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INSERT 154.
YONDI MNDINI.
I was at work in my office deep in my
thoughts, thinking about how did I get here?
I kept clicking my pen until I was disturbed
by someone walking in my office, I looked
at the door and it was Teddy. I sat up
properly on my seat and closed my laptop
clearing my throat.

Teddy: Hey, I brought you lunch.

Me: Thanks mntase, andazi noba I will be

able to eat.

Teddy: Still angry about what the gents did?

Me: Sort of. Am I being dramatic?

Teddy: Honestly mntase, you handled this

better than I thought. So no, awukho
dramatic.

Me: Teddy the fact that these guys lied to

me, what if I killed myself?

Teddy: Good thing you didn't. Forget about

them, let us eat chomi.

I gave him a short smile and he took out the

takeaways from the plastic, I thanked him
and we ate while chatting.

Teddy: So the ladies said they miss you.

Me: I miss them too. I will be moving back
to South Africa as soon as I sort out izinto
this side.

Teddy: Yazi mntase, I'm proud of you. You

a qualified journalist, you a business owner
and have shares in different companies.

Me: I'm doing this for Luzelwande, he is my

legacy after all.

Teddy: Xa ucinga would you have other

kids?

Me: Maybe but in the future once I'm

married, but for now I'm focused on making
a name for myself.
Teddy: Yaas bitch! That's the spirit...

I giggled as he kept encouraging me, I love

Teddy so much andazi marn he is just more
than a friend to me.

Me: Tell me aren't you supposed to be at

work?

Teddy: I had to as Mpendulo to give me a

few days off, just to be with you kuyo yonke
le mess yenzekayo.

Me: Yi nyuvadamn nyani, Ted.

Teddy: Futhi Mpendulo told me to tell you

he miss you.
Me: As soon as I move back to South
Africa, I'm going to apply for a job at Media
Ink again once ndi settled. I miss the
adrenaline of investigating...

We kept talking ke and for a while, I forgot

about this Bragadier and his friends saga. I
wonder how is Junior doing around them,
phof ndi sure he is having the time of his
life. He was so excited that his father is with
him, I'm proud that they are spending time
together.
·
·
Later that same day, I drove to my house
and found Teddy busy on his laptop. Ndi
sure his doing some work...

Me: Hey.
Teddy: Mntase, good thing you are here! I
need you to help me out apha.

Me: Okay, what's up?

I asked standing next to him, he was

standing by the kitchen counter and the
laptop was on the counter.

Teddy: I've been planning on getting a new

car, qha andiyazi which one to get.

Me: Which one is your Top 3 cars?

Teddy: Ford Mustang, Maserati and

Buggati...I was thinking of buying the
Mustang, qha the colour I want is not
available.

Me: So why don't you wait until it is

available?

Teddy: Ne? Yazi unyansile ngoba ndiyayi

funa Mustang no lies.

I kissed his cheek and told him I will go and

shower real quick, then wear some
comfortable clothes. 55 minutes later, I
walked out of my room feeling fresh.

Me: Teddy yayifuna wine?!

Teddy: Yes please mntase, yhuu ingathi

ubuyazi I was about to get myself a glass!
I laughed softly then walked to the kitchen
to get the wine bottle and 2 glasses, I mean
1 bottle won't hurt moc. I joined Teddy in
the lounge and found him all comfortable
watching some TV shows..we chilled and
drank our wine over some conversations
when the doorbell rang.

Me: I will get it mntase.

Teddy: Okay, mna ndizo thatha another

bottle of wine.

Me: Sharp, babes.

I walked to the door feeling tipsy, I opened

the door and my heart raced seeing
uGuluva standing there wearing all black.
Yhoo intle le ndoda, but he hurt me.

Ezile: Molo, baby.

Me: Ezile, hi. Uphi uJunior?

Ezile: He wanted to stay with amajita.

Me: Ohh so you here to get his change of

clothes?

Ezile: Nah baby wam, that is sorted. I'm

here for you...

I sighed looking at this man, he looked

damn serious and andikho kwi mood.
Me: I thought I told you andifuni nix
endidibanisa nawe.

Ezile: Can I take you out for dinner? So

sikwazi uthetha kakuhle?

Me: I don't want to, but just for the sake of

being mature about yonke le situation ndizo
vuma.

Ezile: Awumhle-

Me: Bragadier please, just because ypu

taking me out for dinner ayithi I'm cool with
you.

Ezile: Ndingu Bragadier kuwe?

He asked that frowning, I sighed and left
him standing at the door walking in the
house. Eventually he followed and Teddy
looked at me then at Ezile.

Teddy: And then?

Me: He is taking out for dinner to talk.

Teddy: Are you cool with that? Uphi

Luzelwande...

Me: With his friends. I will go and get my

phone and wallet.

Ezile: Wallet iyaphi? Ndim ozo bhatala moc.

Me: Amadoda are unpredictable, what if we
have a disagreement kule talking yethu?
Then you leave me stranded.

He chuckled and Teddy chuckled as well. I

walked to my room to get these things, I'm
so angry but ndonqena to come out as
dramatic.

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EZILE FANATHI.
I'm sure Yondi thought we going to some
resturant, but I actually booked a hotel
room for the night for us. We need to talk
mna, naye and I hope we fix izinto ngoba I
won't lose her. Fuck no! We were in the car
and I was driving, while she was typing on
her phone.

Me: Kawutsho ke so awuzo thetha nam?

Yondi: And say what?

Me: Andazi baby, ask me anything

sundinika silent treatment.

Yondi: I'm angry Ezile, so I'd rather shut up

before I say something that will make you
angry.

Me: Ndiyaku thanda kodwa mna, kakhulu

futhi sthandwa sam.
She looked out the window and I chuckled
focusing on the road, rhaa intle cherry yam
moer! Luzelwande is so lucky to have such
sexy parents, imagine how our second child
might look? Sibeyi family e'gorgeous...

Yondi looked at me as I parked the car on

the parking of the hotel.

Yondi: I thought you said we going out for

dinner?

Me: We will have dinner kwi hotel room

yethu moc.

Yondi: Ezile-

Me: Baby pease, ndicela singa xabani. I

want us to talk kwi ndaw e'private.
Yondi: Okay, fine.

I smiled looking at her while biting my lower

lip
she rolled her eyes and climbed out the car,
I chuckled knowing very well that she is
blushing. 2 years later umntu looks this
gorgeous, I'm worried some idiot might try
to take her from me ngoba it's a crime for
someone to be this sexy.

[IN THE HOTEL ROOM.]

She sat on the couch and I pulled the small
chair, sitting in front of her. I clenched my
jaws and held her hands looking deep in
her eyes.

Me: I love you.

Yondi: You said you wanted us to talk, so
let's talk.

Me: I'm sorry for what I put you through, but

I was doing it to protect you.

Yondi: Why didn't you tell me at least?

Me: I just couldn't have you know, ndi sure

you were going to expect me to call you
when I was gone, phones weren't allowed
there.

Yondi: You should have told me, Ezile. I

would've understood, I was losing myself
ngoba you "died". There was a certain point
I wanted to kill myself because of the pain,
but then I thought about our son.
She chuckled and looked down wiping her
falling tears, I hate the fact that I'm the one
who is making her this sad.

Yondi: What do you want from me? Do you

really love me?

Me: Baby, I love you more than I love

myself. Don't doubt my love for you.

Yondi: Then why did you not trust me ngale

deal you made with the Italian Mafia? Or is
it because ndiyi journalist, you feared I will
sell you out..

Me: Yabona kengoku uzondi phambanisa,

you know I love and trust you. Yintoni
ngoku wathetha ulwatha?
She stood up and walked to stand by the
TV, I looked at her and felt bad for
everything I did.

Yondi: It's okay, ndiyakuva. You did it to

protect me and Junior, not realizing the pain
you were inflicting to me and your mother
and your siblings.

Me: I had to, uxolo but it wasn't my intention

to.

Yondi: What if ufike ndi move on?

Me: Ubuzoyi lahla lo side niggar, ngoba

mna main yakho ndibuyile.
She chuckled wiping her tears, I smiled and
stood up walking to her. I exhaled and held
her waist, we stared at each other.

Yondi: I hate you and your friends for what

you did, I need some space from you guys.

Me: For how long?

Yondi: For as long as I want.

Me: Baby they did nothing, I'm at fault.

Yondi: They watched me suffer everyday

Ezile. They watch me go through pain,
losing my mind and it wasn't a good feeling
but bathula.
Me: What can we do to show you we sorry?

Yondi: Respect my decisions and give me

the space I want.

She removed herself from my hold and sat

on the couch again, I swallowed and looked
at her and she was serious. Space
uzosifumana kwa hell, I'm not doing none of
that mna.

Me: Andizo yenza lonto baby, forget about

space.

Yondi: Should I involve my father kulento?

Ngoba you still have him to deal with
anyways.

Me: Baby, space though? Space for what-

Yondi: To think Ezile! To think if I can ever
trust you and your friends again, nindi
khawatile...

Me: I will give you space, only if you

promise to take back your promise ring and
wear it.

Yondi: What is the purpose of that ring,

when you already broke a promise?

Me: I'm jealous Yondi, ndinomona ngawe

baby and ndifuna all these fuckers to know
you taken.

Yondi: Keep your ring, I know how to

handle amadoda who is after me.
Me: Nxiba le ring Yondi, ngoba yeyakho
you own it.

I slid it slowly on her finger, I could see she

was tired and not trying to put up a whole
fight about this. She sighed and looked at
me, ngaske ndimlebe anye.

Yondi: Can we order some room service?

You spoke about having dinner so
ndilambile ngoku.

I ordered some room service ke nyani, I told

her we spending the night here and she
didn't mind at all. Our dinner got here and
we ate and after eating she showed me
videos of our son, when he was a baby to
his first words yonke lanto. I smiled feeling
so happy, never will I ever hurt the love of
my life again ngoba Yondi is everything I
need and want. She is my soulmate, my
better half and everything. I felt like making
love to her at this moment ngoba I had sex
the day before me and my friends went for
our last mission. The day she had me cuff
her up and rock her body. But ndizolinda for
us to be fine, ngoba I want us to enjoy our
love making session after 2 years of not
having each other.

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INSERT 155.
EZILE FANATHI.
I woke up to the love of my life in my arms, I
missed holding her like this and it makes
me happy. I smiled and kissed her forehead
trying to wake her up, she didn’t wake up so
I tickled her nose with my index finger. She
giggled and tried getting away from me, but
I held her tightly.

Me: Good morning, baby wam.

Yondi: Ezile, ndicela ulala in peace please.

Me: Haibo I never said wake up nam njena.

Yondi: You didn’t have to, but you doing

ezizinto uzenzayo says otherwise.

She looked up at me and I smiled then

gave her a peck, she blushed and laid her
head on my chest.
Me: Kodwa you still love me, why undivisa
kabuhlungu?

Yondi: Ndikuvisa kabuhlungu? Njani

sanalwam…

She sat up straight and looked at me

frowning, I sighed sitting up as well and
tried touching her but she slapped my
hands away.

Me: Baby-

Yondi: You talking about pain? The same

pain you inflicted on me, yazi…

She got off the bed and I looked at her.

Me: Yondi, baby uyaphi?

Yondi: Take me home, ngoba you just

ruined my mood.

Me: Uxolo ke can we just cuddle?

Yondi: Andifuni Ezile, take me home

ndiyakucela. Or should I call a cab?

Me: No don’t, I will take you home.

Yondi: Good, let me go and shower.

She walked to the ensuite and closed the

door then locked it, I sighed in frustration
then laid back on the pillows. Fuck! I really
messed up, I have to make sure she
forgives me ngoba I miss our happy
moments so much.
·
·
2 hours later, I drove her to her house and
she had a change of clothes before we
went out for breakfast.

Yondi: I need to see uJunior…

Me: Should I drive to the apartment me and

the gents is renting to fetch him?

Yondi: Ewe please, I miss my son.

She sighed and looked out the window, I

looked at her thick thighs and swallowed.
Rhaaa ndizobulala umntu who will look at
her, I’m sure she wore this short dress on
purpose just to punish me and it’s working
shame. I drove to the apartment in Maun,
Botswana is a lovely place and it’s peaceful
njee. 30 minutes later, I parked my car on
the driveway and looked at Yondi all
comfortable in the passengers seat.

Me: Aren’t you going to come in and greet

the gents?

Yondi: No, can you just get our son so we

can go eat le breakfast?

Me: Okay. I love you…

Yondi: Sharp.
I chuckled and looked at her, she was not
paying me attention but busy on her phone.
Yhr no, ndisezo cenga moc apha and I
don’t mind ngoba ndizocenga umntu wam. I
climbed off the car and walke to the
apartment, as soon as I walked in I heard
Junior’s laughs. He was playing with
Andile…

Me: Sho, ndibuyile.

The gents: Aww sjimbo!

Junior: Hey, dad.

He got off Andile and came to me running, I

smiled and picked him up giving him a hug.

Me: Ugrand ntwana?

Junior: Grand, daddy.

Me: Go and get your shoes boy, mama is

waiting for us in the car.

Junior: She is here? Okay.

I put him down and he ran to go and grab

his shoes, I looked at the gents and they
gave me the stare.

Me: Nothing happened majita, we just

spoke.

Nkosi: So does she forgive you?

Me: I think she did. But she wants space,
from all of us.

Akhona: Eish we fucked up big time.

Sive: And the fact that she stayed in the

car, says a lot about her not wanting to be
around us.

Me: Yhr bra, nam I’m taking my chances

njee ngale breakfast.

Mahle: You lucky bayaku thethisa wena.

Lucky: Yeap. Anyhow, are you leaving with

us ngomso?
I shook my head no and sat down on next
to Nkosi, yeap we got a furnished
apartment. I even had to go as far as
renting a car.

Me: No bafethu, ndizobuyela South Africa

the day Yondi and our son goes back.

Andile: Yeah marn, try fixing things with

Mafungwashe.

Akhona: Hope uzobe egrand when y’all go

back to S.A, hope she forgives us.

Lucky: Wena? What about Teddy…

Akhona: Teddy utheni?

Mahle: Isn’t he angry at you?

Akhona: He is, but nothing good sex can’t

fix.

He drank his whiskey and we chuckled,

Junior came back and Akhona fixed his
shoe laces. I will forever appreciate my
friends for making sure Yondi and my son
are safe and well while I was gone, that
means so much to me.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

We were at this park, watching our son play
with some two kids.

Me: He is having fun.

Yondi: Yhr Junior is a people’s person, uyi
social butterfly.

Me: Ufuze wena ngalonto.

Yondi: Thank God futhi, imagine having a

toddler enqumela wonke umntu.

I laughed and she giggled looking at me

eating Junior’s ice cream, I wonder njee
etya ice cream yomntana uzothi iyephi
when he wants it.

Me: Uzama uthini ngam, baby?

Yondi: Ayicace ngoba ungu nqumashe

wena, yhuuu hayi sarna.
Me: Kodwa ndimhle, ndiyafaneleka.

Yondi: Hayi wethu.

Junior came back to us running, he frowned

looking at his mother eat his ice cream.

Luzelwande: Baby what are you doing?

Yondi: Your father said I should eat it.

Me: Hayi I didn’t, Yondi hayi…

Luzelwande: It’s okay, as long as you

please get me another one.

Yondi: Don’t you want this one? I mean

isenintsi.
Luzelwande: No mama, I’m thanks.

We laughed as he sat on my lap, we spent

time there at the park together as a family. I
need to pay those lobola negotiations and
damages as soon as we get back to South
Africa, I want us to be happy kanje and
married.

35 minutes later, we in the car and I’m

driving them home. Yondi looked tired and
ngaske ndimthi jize nge massage.

Luzelwande: So nimenzile omnye

umntana?

Yondi and I gave each other a side eye.

Yondi: Luzelwande what are you asking?

Luzelwande: Uncle Andile said ndizobayi

big brother.

Me: Wena ufuna ubayi big brother?

Luzelwande: Yes please, I want a sister to

protect.

Yondi: Haa bhabha, you having no sibling.

Me: But you will have a sibling in the near

future.

Yondi: You planning to get someone

pregnant?
She asked that looking at me, I smiled
biting my lower lip stealing a glance at her.

Me: Ewe, wena tshini.

Yondi: Yandi qhela, tshini hayi usile.

She chuckled in disbelief, Junior and I kept

talking while Yondi ignored us. I noticed
that she was sleeping, while Junior kept
asking me questions. I have never seen a
tikoloshe talk in this age kanje, yhey
yaringa le laaitie.

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MPUMI SIBEKO.
I have been debating with my thoughta if
should I deal with Alizwa and Yamkela, or
should I not? But then again these are the
same girls who tried trafficking me in high
school for money, people I used to call
friends and I want revenge.

Liyema: Mpumi uright?

Me: Ndiright just have a lot in my mind.

Liyema: Don’t overthink babes, stress will

kill you.

Me: Noted, Dr. Loko.

We giggled and I’m happy she is back to
her happy self, just hope she will find love
njee qha ngoku.

Liyema: Where is Busi and Siyakha

khona…

Me: Ndi sure bayeza, worse ndilambile ke.

Liyema: Should we order now or when they

get here?

Me: When they get here wethu.

We sat there talking and chatting, finally

Siyakha and Busi got here and joined us.
We ordered and my mind kept drifting, how
am I going to get address yezi bitches?
Busi: Earth to you, Mpumza.

Me: Huh? Nithini…

Busi: Haibo what is up with you?

Me: Remember the friends I had in high

school?

Siyakha: The ones who tried to sell you off?

Me: Exactly them, they are back.

Liyema: Hayi marn. Back njani ngoba you

said they got sentenced for life.
Me: Andazi marn, ndi sure baphume nge
parole or something.

Busi: Hayi yintwe mdaka!

She clapped once and they kept asking

how am I feeling, they even suggested that
we go out for drinks this weekend just to
cheer me up.
·
·
I was now at home, cooking dinner for
myself when I got a call from my man.

[PHONECALL.]
I answered the call putting it on
loudspeaker, while busy chopping some
veggies.
Me: Hello, sthandwa sam.

Sive: Baby, unjani?

Me: Ndiright baby, wena?

Sive: Ndi sharp. I wanted to tell you ndizobe

ndilapho ngomso.

Me: What time are you guys landing ngoba

ndizoyo nxila mna.

Sive: Awuyi apho Mpumi, ndufuna sithethe.

Me: Hayi Sive, tshini I can’t cancel plans

zam with my friends.
Sive: Yazibona ke…

We kept arguing back and forth and

eventually he let it slide, tshini andizonga
seli ku Saturday mna ngomso.

Me: How is Yondz? Tell me nizobuya naye.

Sive: She is good, well and all those

positive things.

Me: I miss her kakhulu, you guys coming

back with her right?

Sive: No baby, we are not. She is still going

to stay at Botswana ngoba she has things
to sort out.
Me: Okay. Your friends death really did my
friend bad, andazi what I would do if I would
ever lose you.

Sive: You won’t lose me. Jong baby,

sophinde siringe me and the gents are busy
with something here.

Me: Okay, ndiyaku thanda.

Sive: Ndiyaku thanda nam.

We blew air kisses and hung up, I smiled

missing my man. I’m disappointed that they
won’t be coming back with Yondz, I miss
her very much.

[LATER THAT NIGHT.]

I was lazing on the couch when my doorbell
rang, I frowned wondering might it be. I
quickly grabbed my gun from my room, just
for safety ngoba night unexpected visits are
very dangerous.

Me: Ndiyeza marn!

I unlocked the door and opened, I was met

by Alizwa my high school ex friend.

Me: Hayi ndiyalingwa, ufunani apha?

Alizwa: Mpumi, I –

Me: Yhey, yhey…do not mention my name

with your dirty mouth, ndizoku betha unye
vaya kwam.
Alizwa: Please listen I’m sorry for what I did
when we were in high school, I was
wondering if we could be friends again.

I burst out laughing then cocked my gun,

she looked at it with her eyes wide open.

Me: Mamela Alizwa, do me a favour and tell

Yamkela…I’m cominv for both of you, no
andizoni bulala but ndizoninyisa.

Alizwa: Mpumi…we were young and-

Me: I don’t give a fuck, mistake yakho kuza

apha kwam and tell me shit. Vaya apha
before I retaliate!
She sighed and looked at me one more
time, before leaving. I closed my door and
walked to my alcohol cabinet and grabbed
a bottle of gin.

Me: Nxxx, fucken bitches!

I gulped it and it burned my chest, I decided

to stop ngoba it was not worth drinking.
Ndizovuka ndi hungover and I was planning
on going to visit my parents ngomso,
ndifuna uyazi how are those two snakes out
of prison.
·
·
Following day I drove to my parents house,
they were happy to see me but they noticed
my visit wasn’t a friendly one.
Mama: Haibo Nompumelelo, yintoni?

Me: Did you know that Alizwa and Yamkela

are out?

Tata: Out phi? Out as in dead or…

Me: They are out from prison.

My parents looked at each other frowning,

before looking at me again.

Mama: Mpumi this is no time for ezi jokes

zakho.

Me: I’m not joking mama, Alizwa even went

to visit me last night to spew shit!
Tata: Yazi yintoni, I’m driving to the station
ngoku to figure out whuzet.

Mama: Edward, hima…

Tata: Hayi, hayi…I want to know what the

fuck is going on, if they give me a shitty
answer I will kill those girls myself!

My mother looked at me as my father

stormed out taking his car keys, I sat back
on the couch.

Mama: Mpumi, ndiyazi you want revenge

but don’t you think it’s going to be obvious
your father killed those girls?

Me: Obvious how mama? Will they have

proof it’s him…
Mama: Kawuyeke inkani! Yazi yintoni, I’m
following your father to stop him.

She stood up and ran to get her car keys,

then left me all alone in the house. Even if
she stops uTata from killing Alizwa and
Yamkela, she won’t be able to stop me
ngoba I will deal with them since justice
failed me.

My phone rang and it was Busi.

Me: Mabusi?

Busi: Hey can you come apha kwam?

Me: Okay. Should I bring anything?

Busi: No just bring yourself babe.

Me: Okay, sharp.

We ended the call and I sighed standing up,

I walked out the house after telling the maid
that I’m gone. I got in my car and drove to
Busi’s house, I parked my car on the
driveway and climbed out. I walked to the
door and knocked…Busi opened and
jumped on me for a hug, I giggled hugging
her back.

Me: So what’s the occasion?

Busi: I just want us as friends to have our

own little braai, before we go party tonight.
Me: Mmm it’s a pity asiphelelanga.

Busi: Yeah, Teddy and Yondi should come

back. I hope Yondi will come back with
Teddy yhooo she is missed.

Me: Ne? Where is Siyakha and Lilly?

Busi: Probably on their way.

Me: Okay ke, I will prepare the griller.

I walked to the pool side where the griller is,

I wonder where are her twins. Those 2 are
very naughty yhoo, troublemakers eziya. So
ke, Liyema and Siyakha got here and we
had our little braai chatting and joking
around.
[LATER AT NIGHT.]
We went to a club to have some fun, my
phone was off and every shot and drink I
had didn’t do anything to me. I felt like ndi
sober…

Me: Yhuu hayi bangani, I need something

really strong.

Liyema: Haaa why?

Me: Yhey ndiyasela but akwenzeki nix.

Siyakha: Let’s go and get more shots ke.

Siya and I stood up to get more shots, I
even asked the bartender to give me one of
their expensive Gin bottles.

Siyakha: What’s eating you?

Me: Chomi the return of Alizwa and

Yamkela, just repulses me. How are they
out?

Siyakha: Andazi. But chomi remember, we

are here to help you forget.

Me: Okay, lento ndifuna unxila ndibe manzi.

She giggled and we got our orders and

went back to our friends, hayike sabuhlaba
straight. The drunkness I wanted started to
kick in an hour later, I stood up and danced.
I was grinding on some dude, njee just to
keep some vibes on the dance floor when
the guy went flying on the floor and I was
shocked to see Sive stand there fuming.

Me: Sive? Baby, wait…

Sive: So mna ndi busy calling you, awuyi

bambi phone you busy grinding on other
men?

Me: It was just harmless fun.

Sive: Harmless fun? Ndizoku bonisa results

ze harmless fun ke, suka…

He gently pushed me out of his way and

walked to the gun, he pulled him up by his
collar.
Guy: Askies bra, I didn’t know she was-

Sive: Yhey futsek!

He punched the guy twice on his nose,

people started to scream as they both
fought. My fear was that Sive might pull out
his gun and shoot omnye phambi
kwabantu…

Me: Sive! Sive, stop it.

Akhona: Sive, zithini ngoku?

He pulled him off the guy and I looked at

him, Sive pulled out his gun and his friends
tried stopping him.
Sive: Ndiyekeni marn.

Andile: Ekse phambene? Zithini ngoku…

Mahle: Mfethu remember what

Mafungwashe always told us, about
showing our anger in public.

Sive: Eish ndizoyi bulala le gavi. Mpumi

masigoduke wena!

Me: Andizo hamba.

Sive: Yhey marn, fuckoff…

He siad pulling me through the crowd, rhaa

Sive uyandinyela sarna if I wasn’t this drunk
bendizom betha. We got to the parking lot
and he gave me a back slap, I felt my left
side of the face numb.

Lucky: Sive ndizoku betha unye ngokwam,

yintoni waphambana ngoku?

Sive: Andithi uyandifebela uMpumi?!

Me: Ndikufebele phi? Suthetha ikaka marn!

I slapped him back and he chuckled

clenching his jaws, the gents shook their
heads looking at us.

Sive: Ngena emotweni Mpumi, unxile

enough wena.
Me: Andizo yenza lo kaka!

Sive: Ngena emotweni Nompumelelo,

ufuna ndikufake nge nkani?

I clicked my tongue and got in his car, I

banged the door shut while he spoke to his
friends outside. Once he got in the car, he
started the ignition screeched his wheels
and sped of driving to his house. I knew
that kuzonyiwa tonight, but yaxoka if
uzondibetha ndizombetha anye kwasa
rhaaa!

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MPUMI SIBEKO.
That same night, as soon as we got in the
house he gave me a lightening slap
sending me to the floor.

Me: Sive hlukana nam uyevha?!

Sive: So wena uyandifebela ngoku!

Me: Ndifebe phi? I was just grinding on the

dude!

Sive: Grinding yantoni? Mnqundu wesfebe!

He held me by my neck and pulled me up,

I kneed him on his balls and he groaned
bending holding his dick.
Me: Andizo bethwa nguwe mna!

Sive: Okay kaloku, nxxx yandi nyanisaa

marn. Sies!

He limped pass me and went to his room, I

followed him and he closed the door on my
face locking it. I chuckled in disbelief then
walked to one of the guestrooms, I stripped
off my clothes and slept wearing my undies
and bra.

[THE FOLLOWING MORNING.]

I woke up with a headache, bhabhalaza is
no childs or adults play. I walked to the
ensuite to rinse my mouth then looked
myself through the bathroom mirror, I had
five fingers on my left cheek.
Me: Lo mnqundu really slapped me?

I chuckled bitterly and walked out the

guestroom with my clothes, going to Sive’s
room and lucky it was open. I got in and he
stepped out the ensuite, we stared at each
other not talking.

Me: Molo, Sive.

Sive: Molo, Nompumelelo.

He walked to his side of the closet and I

walked in the ensuite, and closed the door
locking it. I hate fighting with my boyfriend
shame, but what he did last night was very
uncalled for mnqundu wegintsa! I took a
shower and he kept knocking on the door..
Me: Yintoni?!

Sive: Ndifuna uchama!

Me: Khona ezinye toilets kulendlu moc,

hamba uyekuzo!

I chuckled knowing very well he wanted to

fuck me, we always make up with sex after
our fights and then talk kengoku. 30
minutes later, I walked out the ensuite with
a towel wrapped around my body. I stole a
glance of Sive sitting on the edge of the
bed, busy on his phone and he still had just
a towel wrapped around his lower body.

Sive: Ndiceli khumeme?

Me: Yi thathe Sive…

He came towards me and and kissed me,
he picked me up deepening the kiss and
walking with me to the bed. He threw me on
the bed and and got on top of me looking at
me, I quickly tackled him and now I was on
top of him. I sat on his dick taking it into my
my vagaina in one stroke, I moaned and he
groaned holding my waist.

I rode him and we felt the pleasure building

up, he pulled me to lay on his chest then
gave me hard and fast thrust from
underneath making me moan in his ear. He
kept thrusting until we both cum…

I got off him and went in a doggy position,

he kneeled behind me and rubbed the tip of
his dick on my wet slit.
Me: Mmm, baby…

He kept teasing me with his dick until he

brutally shoved it in, I screamed becausr of
the pain and he fucked me hard.
·
·
After our few rounds, we cuddled on the
bed and I was drifting to sleep.

Sive: Sulala we have to talk about last

night.

I sat up straight and looked at him before

sighing, he also sat up looking at me.

Me: Baby ndicela uxolo for what I did, I

know it was wrong.
Sive: Very wrong Mpumi, imagine if you
saw me with some girl in that kind of
position?

Me: Bendizo phambana straight.

Sive: Yabona, nam bendi phambene ke. I’m

sorry for laying my hand on you..

Me: It’s okay, just don’t do it again ngoba

we might end up hurting each other real
bad.

Sive: Yhr you really hurt my pride, wandi

khaba amasende Mpumi.
We shared a laugh and then kissed again,
this is what I love about our relationship.
We fight, make up with sex and talk…

Me: Tell me unjani uYondi?

Sive: Uright baby, just that ubusy marn.

Me: I miss her ker wethu, yhini Yondz wam.

He held my hands and kissed them, I

smiled looking at this handsome fool of
mine.

Me: Ndicela uncedo lwakho, sthandwa

sam?

Sive: Anything baby, what’s up?

Me: Remember my ex friends from high
school? The two girls who tried trafficking
me…

Sive: Yhr batheni? Bafile…if so that would

be very good.

Me: They are out of jail.

Sive: INTONI?!

Me: Ewe baphumile, and it confuses me

how are they out.

Sive: How are you feeling mnthwam?

He pulled me to his arms for a hug and I
sighed, wrapping my arms around his waist.

Me: Andazi, I feel vengeful.

Sive: Then let’s get revenge, mna I will be

your wingman.

Me: Wait…you want to help me?

Sive: Ewe baby, first we have to find out

bahlala phi.

Me: Thank you, it means a lot.

He kissed me and I responded to his kiss,

noko I have hope that we will catch these
bitches.
[LATER THAT DAY.]
Sive came to pick me up and I looked at
him ngoba he was excited, I smirked.

Me: And then wena? Mr happy…

Sive: Ingxaki this will make you happy.

Me: What? Is it a surprise.

Sive: Yeap, yi surprise love.

Me: Okay ke, let me wear comfortable

shoes.

I ran to get some sneakers from the room, I

wore them and went back to Sive and we
left the house going to his car. He drove to
their warehouse and it was just me and
him.

Me: What are we doing here?

Sive: Surprise yakho is this side.

Me: Okay, hhhee I wonder yintoni.

We walked to this room, he opened the

door and I heard shifting before he turned
the lights on. I looked at Alizwa and
Yamkela tied on the chair…

Me: How did you find them?

Sive: Nothing social media and Akhona’s
skills can’t do.

Me: Where is your gun?

Sive: Nantsi, sthandwa sam.

I took it from him and looked at these ex

friends of mine, they were crying and
looking at me with begging eyes. Same
eyes I gave them when they tried selling
me, that day will forever be my worst
nightmare.

Me: Kumnandi ne, nihleli apha crying

silently.
I walked to them and removed the tapes
from their mouths, Yamkela screamed and I
point the gun to her.

Me: Uyangxola sfebe.

Alizwa: Mntase please, please don’t do this.

Me: Andingo mntase wakho, futhi don’t

bother begging me ngoba it will fall to deaf
ears.

Yamkela: Mpumi, we sorry about what

happened back in high school…we just
needed some cash-

Me: Yhey, I don’t care but nizofa today.

Maybe killing you will bring peace to me…
Alizwa: You not a killer Mpumi, sukwenza
lento.

I chuckled looking at her before raising my

eyebrow.

Me: Hhe wethu, and wazinjani if andiyo

killer?

Alizwa: I know you not capable of pulling

that trigger on Yamkela.

Me: Watch me!

I cocked the gun and shot Yamkela thrice

on the head, Alizwa was screaming her
lungs out closing her eyes.
Me: Yabona Alizwa, you and Yamkela put
me through shit.

Alizwa: Mpumi xolo, please xolo!

Me: Okay ndiyaku xolela.

Alizwa: Nyani?

Me: Ewe Alizwa and bye bye.

I smiled and put the gun in her mouth,

obviously she tried fighting me off and I
shot her then sighed looking at their dead
bodies.

Sive: Baby, you good?

Me: I will be fine, once I make sure their
bodies will never be found.

Sive: I will take care of that.

Me: I want to be there, with you.

Sive: Okay sharp. I know a place where we

can bury and burn the bodies, but it’s 2
hours away out of town.

Me: What are we waiting for ke?

He chuckled and came to me, I kissed him

as he took the gun from me and we
prepared to get rid of these two dead
bodies. I took justice in my own hands
because law failed me moc, so I did nothing
wrong shame. Who knows ndisindise
someone else from being their next victim?
Rhaa I wish I could cut them into pieces
and sell their body parts, then burn the
money I got from selling their body parts.

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LIYEMA LOKO.
I just got done with my hygiene routine, I
needed that long ass bath because I’ve
been up all morning cleaning the house.
Thank God my kids were at my mother’s,
they enjoy spending time there and that
makes me happy shame. The doorbell rang
and I rushed to open… My heart raced as
we made eye contact, intle le ndoda
shame.

Me: Nkosi?

Nkosi: Hello, ugrand?

Me: I’m good. Ufuna ntoni apha?

Nkosi: I’m here for uLuniko.

Me: Ummm…he is at my mother’s uzobuya

Wednesday.

Nkosi: Ohhh. So you alone in here?

He asked smirking then leaned on the door
frame, I swallowed feeling hot all of the
sudden.

Me: Yeah ndi alone.

Nkosi: Won’t you invite your baby daddy in?

Me: Hayi, I won’t Nkosikhona.

Nkosi: Ngoba? Yoyika ndizokutya…

He came closer to me and closed the door

while grabbing my waist, it felt like I was
under some sort of spell.

Me: Nkosi please, don’t do this.

Nkosi: Why not? I mean we both single, so
yintoni ingxaki.

Me: Andifuni unnecessary drama from your-

He shut me up with a deep kiss, I moaned

between the kiss as he grabbed my ass
and push me against the wall. He put his
fingers inside my thong and massage my
pussy, making me wet.

Me: Aaaaa…Nkosi, hima.

Nkosi: Yintoni?

He said kissing my neck, making me feel

weak yhoo bethuna.
Me: We can’t do this, we can’t.

Nkosi: We not doing anything njena,

sthandwa sam.

He tongue kissed me and shoved two of his

fingers in my vagina, making me flinch and
moan because of pleasure. He finger
fucked me against the wall while we kissed,
I felt the need to cum and he upped his
finger fuck pace.

Me: Fuck! Ahhh…Nkosi.

I held on to his biceps and cummed, he

chuckled and I opened my eyes looking at
him.

Nkosi: Ngoku busenza ingathi awufuni?

Me: Uhmm..I-

Nkosi: Otherwise, akho nix marn. To

continued ne…

Me: Nkosi what do you mean?

Nkosi: Tonight we going out for dinner, just

me and you.

Me: You didn’t ask haibo.

Nkosi: Well ndi fully aware. Tonight ube

ready ngo 19:00pm ndizoku landa. Make
sure you pack a overnight bag, no pyjamas
allowed.
Me: What you mean?

Nkosi: Just do as instructed, sharp ke.

He walked out wiping his fingers with a

tissue, kanti this guy? I never said ndifuna
sleepover kwakhe or go on a date with him,
I wonder what happened between him and
the woman he was dating.
·
·
I decided to go and visit my mother and
kids just to kill time, I’m suddenly nervous
about this dinner thing with Nkosi. I mean it
was unexpected and futhi mna, ndikwi
peace era yam andifuni drama at all.

Mama: Haibo Lilly, you look nervous.

Me: I am mama, tjooo.

Mama: What’s making you nervous?

Me: Can I first go and greet the kids before

we talk?

Mama: Okay, I will be waiting apha mna.

I walked to the room the kids were in, the

immediately ran to hug me as soon as I
walked in.

Them: Mama!

Me: Hey babies, ninjani?

Iphemna: I’m okay, aunty Yondi called me
and granny.

Me: Nyani?

Iphemna: Ewe she said she will bring me

and Luniko a lot of gifts when she is back.

Me: Well did she tell you when she is

coming back?

Iphemna: Yes, but she said to keep it our

little secret.

I giggled and looked at Luniko, he looks so

much like Nkosi sarna.

Luniko: Mama ndicela ice cream.

Me: Let’s go and see if granny has one in
her deep freezer.

He quickly rushed out the room, I giggled

and held Iphemna’s hand as we followed
behind her brother. 25 minutes later, the
kids were in their room having their small
bowls of ice cream. I was with my mother
on the kitchen counter stools, drinking wine.

Mama: You really a good mother.

Me: I try mama, thought being a single

mother would be a nightmare but tuu.

Mama: Plus both your baby daddies are

supporting their kids.
Me: Speaking of baby daddies ke sarna.

I drank from my glass of wined and sighed,

she looked at me curiously.

Me: Nkosi asked me out for dinner tonight.

Mama: Nkosi as in tata ka Luniko?

Me: Ewe mama and I’m nervous.

Mama: It’s okay to be nervous, I mean it’s

been two years you haven’t been with a
man.

Me: I don’t want a man, mama. Men bring

so much drama in my life.
She giggled and held my hand smiling, I
looked at her.

Mama: I know you like Nkosi, qha you in

denial.

Me: He is my baby daddy kaloku moc.

Mama: Tell me bhabha, which man out

there doesn’t come with drama?

I looked at her tongue tied and she

chuckled taking her glass of wine and
sipping from it.

Me: I’m afraid a repeat of what happened

two years back happens.
Mama: Lilly, you were at your darkest place
2 years ago. Yondi helped you by giving
you that therapists numbers, futhi I’m glad
you meet the therapist.

Me: Yeah, but asikho kwi past ngoku

andithi.

Mama: Then give love a chance, don’t hold

on to what happened in the past.

Me: Tata ka Luniko, uyayithanda pussy

mama. So what if I give him a chance, then
andijolele namanye amankazana?

Mama: Kaloku mnike le pussy yakho,

umvulele yonke mntanam. But if yabona he
is making you a clown, leave as soon as
possible with your peace…you worked too
hard to find it.

I sighed and nod, hheee we busy talking as

if Nkosikhona uthe he wants me. Hayi just
hope that he doesn’t want me, ngoba
andikho ready to give love a chance tuu
yhoo.

[LATER THAT NIGHT.]

Nkosi and I were at this 5 star resturant
having dinner, Nkosi kept looking at me as
we ate.

Me: Nkosi undityisa kakubi.

Nkosi: Haibo ndenze ntoni?

Me: You gawking at me, ha.ana marn.

Nkosi: Xolo ke, ingxaki umhle sthandwa

sam.

I almost blushed but I quickly contained

myself, he chuckled and I smiled rolling my
eyes.

Nkosi: So tell me how have you been?

Me: Good and happy, yabona nawe ndiya

glow.a.

Nkosi: Sonke we are glowing moc.

Me: Guess we all at our happpiest, which is

good.
He nod and we ate dinner over light
conversation, just njee catching up. We
ordered a bottle of wine, and whiskey for
him.

Voice: Would you look at this…

Nkosi and I looked up and found Lukholo

and some lady standing there, Nkosi
chuckled and looked at me.

Me: Ufuna ntoni, Lukholo?

Lukholo: Oh nothing much, just surprised to

see my ex and kay wam dinning together.

Me: And you are disturbing us.

Lukholo: Sorry. Oh..meet my beautiful
fianceé, Yibanathi. Yiba, this is my baby
mama uLiyema and her baby daddy
Nkosikhona.

Yiba: Nice to meet you, Liyema and Nkosi.

Me: Nice to meet you too mntase,

congratulations on your engagement.

Nkosi: Hope he won’t cheat on you on your

wedding day.

I kicked Nkosi under the table, haibo le nja?

He shrugged and drank his whiskey,
Lukholo chuckled…
Lukholo: Okay then, let us leave you two
enjoy the rest of your night. Baby…

Yiba: Bye, Liyema.

I smiled and waved at her, they left and I

looked at Nkosi raising my eyebrow.

Me: Really?

Nkosi: I’m sorry for saying that, it was the

only thing to chase him away.

Me: You should’ve ignored him, nawe

ngoba he was just trying to get to us.

Nkosi: So you not angry that he moved on?

Me: No. Why would I be angry?

Nkosi: Just wanted to be sure.

I nod and smiled looking at him, I don’t care

about Lukholo moving on or what ngoba its
his life after all. Nam ndi happy and I’ve
moved on, just hope Yibanathi won’t treat
my daughter like trash once her and
Lukholo are married ngoba yena she looks
like a very sweet girl.

Me: Ayimnandi le wine. Awufuni taste?

Nkosi: Hayi, hayi tshini. Ndi grand nge

qashu lam..

Me: Just njee a sip, yintoni na…

Nkosi: Andifuni tshini, wine zinto zama
cherry.

We sat there talking and laughing, njee

marn just good vibes and I’m really proud of
the person I’ve become. I need to see my
Therapist during the week, just to thank her
for being the best and maybe I should buy
her a nice gift.

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LIYEMA LOKO.
I woke up in the morning next to Nkosi, last
night we went to some bar and drank our
lives away from there we came straight to
his house and slept because we were tired.
I looked at him knocked out next to me and
used this opportunity to take a shower, 30
minutes later I was refreshed and wearing
my robe. I walked out the room to prepare
some breakfast.

A while later, breakfast was ready and

Nkosi came down looking tired.

Me: Morning sleepy head.

Nkosi: Sthandwa, unjani?

He gave me a long hug and kissed my
neck, the butterflies in my stomach were
flapping like crazy!

Me: Good and you?

Nkosi: Ndiright. Unxibe ntoni under this

robe?

Me: Ha.ana ke.

I giggled and slapped his hand away, as he

tried to undo my robe.

Nkosi: Yintoni? Unxibe ntoni…

Me: Nothing.
Nkosi: Ndibatyiwe ke mna. And wena you
not wearing anything under your robe, so
masenze plan.

He pulled me by my waist and french

kissed me, rhaa this guy is such a great
kisser. I pulled out the kiss and fixed my
robe.

Me: We have to eat breakfast before it gets

cold, hope you don’t mind the fact that I
made myself comfortable in your kitchen.

Nkosi: Akho ngxaki, but kawenze kaloku.

Me: Hayi tshini, breakfast will get cold.

Nkosi: I have a warmer for a reason njena,

Liyema.
Me: Ndilambile ke mna, ndifuna utya.

He chuckled and looked at me as I walked

away from him, I smiled looking at him.

Nkosi: Yhoo hayi rhaa oLiyema

ngamasimba. Kawume ndiyo masturbate…

I couldn’t help but laugh as he said that

walking out the kitchen, ohh shame
umntana wabantu.
·
·
We were now done eating breakfast, Nkosi
went to make a call in his study and I was
busy washing the dishes. The doorbell rang
and I sighed going to answer, I almost died
when I saw Nkosi’s mother stand on the
doorstep. She gave me a huge smile and
hugged me, she has Yondi’s personality
and I really like her.

Me: Molo, ma.

Maka Nkosi: Hello baby, unjani?

Me: Ndiright wena?

Maka Nkosi: Awesome. Ikhona la nonsense

ingu Nkosikhona?

I giggled and nod as we walked together to

the lounge, I asked her if she would like
anything to drink but she said no thanks
she won’t stay long.
Maka Nkosi: So tell me…are you and Nkosi
a thing?

Me: No ma, we not.

Maka Nkosi: What’s stopping you guys? I

mean you both have a son together, futhi if
you didn’t have feelings for each other you
wouldn’t be here.

Me: I don’t think ndi ready for love, I have

bad luck when it comes to it.

Maka Nkosi: Hayike, mna I will pray that

you two nijole and get married in the future.

I laughed looking at her as she smiled

proudly, Nkosi came and I gave them space
going back to finish washing those dishes.
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NKOSIKHONA DWEBA.
I watched Liyema as she walked out the
lounge, what is this girl doing to me? Yhooo
hayi ndiyam thanda mna shame, 2 years
later and I’m still crushing on her.

Mama: Awuncume, tshini Nkosi.

Me: Ma?

Mama: Why don’t you tell her how you feel

about her?
Me: So that she can reject me again? Hayi
ndi grand.

She giggled and I looked at her, she gave

me the USB my father asked her to give to
me. It has some important work documents
that I have to go through, then print them
out before signing them and sending them
back to my father.

Mama: Tata wakho uthi he miss you.

Me: I miss him too, but ndimatasa.

Mama: How is Luniko? I saw him last

weekend.

Me: He is okay, he is with mama ka

Liyema.
Mama: Maybe I should pass by her house
when I leave apha.

Me: Yeah…

Mama: Just tell Liyema how you feel, ndi

sure naye she feels something for you.

Me: Not okwa ngoku, I just want to

guarantee that she catch feelings for me
and then I will make her mine.

Mama: Hmmm. I reallg like her, she is

beautiful and kind.

Me: I know, very sexy as well. Who knows

uzobangu molokazana wakho…
Mama: Sabaweli.

We shared a brief laugh and spoke about

other things, before she left. I went to my
room and found Liyema standing in front of
the mirror, she was still wearing her robe
and ngaske ndimtye.

Liyema: Hey.

Me: Hello, you still good?

Liyema: Yeap…

I stood behind her and wrapped my arms

around her waist, pressing my erection
against her butt. We looked at each other
through the mirror.

Me: Awumhle, yazibona?

Liyema: I know and enkosi.

Me: Yazi ndibawela ntoni?

Liyema: Bawela ntoni?

I ran my hand up her thighs and she

pressed her thighs together, I parted them
and touched her vagina.

Me: Ndibawela khumeme, ndicela undiphe

okwe two rounds torgo.
Liyema: Kodwa Nkosi, awudikwa yi sex?

Me: Mfondini, I last had sex last year mna-

Liyema: Suxoka, rhaa menemene le ndoda.

I laughed and she turned to look at me, I

smiled looking at her and she wrapped her
arms around my neck and pulled me to kiss
her. I deepened the kiss and picked her up
laying her on the bed, she began stroking
my dick over my shorts making me
groaning. I played with her wet pussy and
she opened her legs for me, I went down on
her and gave her oral sex.

Liyema: Ohhh…yes.
I slid two fingers deep inside her and
pumped them in and out her cunt. Seconds
later she orgasm as I kept pleasuring her
had and fast with my fingers, she orgasm
again and I smiled and removed my shorts
and briefs.

Me: Andizo sebenzisa condom nawe.

Liyema: Nkosi andifuni umitha.

Me: Awuzo mitha marn.

I kissed her lips and ran my dick up and

down her wet slit, she breathed heavily and
I pulled out the kiss looking at her.

Me: Ndijonge, Liyema.

Liyema: Don’t be rough, please..

I pushed half my dick inside her and she

moaned out loud, I grunt in her ear and
pushed the rest of my dick in making sure I
was deep inside. I closed my eyes as her
walls gripped my dick, she dipped her nails
on my back.

Liyema: Mmm…Nkosi.

I gave her deep thrust while holding her in

place, her moans were also driving me
crazy and I fastened my pace stretching her
pussy walls.

[2 HOURS LATER.]
I looked at her she looked tired, I kissed her
sweaty forehead and laid next to her
breathing heavily.

Liyema: Unazo after pills ?

Me: No andinazo. You worried that you

might get pregnant?

Liyema: After those rounds and you kept

offloading your sperms inside me, obviously
ndine worry yomitha.

Me: We will get you after pills when we

wake up, masilale ngoku.

I pulled her closer to my chest and kissed

her forehead, she sighed wrapping her
hands around my waist.
Me: Liyema?

Liyema: Mmm?

Me: Ndijonge kaloku, tshini.

She looked up to me smiling, I wanted to

tell her I love her but decided not to. I gave
her a passionate kiss, she smiled between
the kiss and seconds later we pulled out. I
gave her a peck and smiled, she giggled
laying her head on my chest and I closed
my eyes pulling her closer to me making
sure I won’t wake up to her gone.

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LIYEMA LOKO.
I woke up around 12 in the afternoon again,
my vagina was throbbing in pain because of
the rough sex we had. Nkosi is your typical
rough sex gent, ngoba hayi uyayitya kuku
shame lo bhuti. I was trying to wake Nkosi
up, but he was ignoring me.

Me: Nkosikhona, vuka ke yazibona.

Nkosi: Ndilele njena, kawume ngo cuku.

Me: Uzobuya ulale ke, can you go and get

those after pills please?

Nkosi: We’ll get them xa ndikugodusa.

Me: And what if we forget them?

Nkosi: We won’t marn, pholas…iza let’s

sleep.

Me: Nope ndizo hlamba mna and then I will

order in some lunch.

Nkosi: Okay nam ndiyacela.

I chuckled and was about to get off the bed,

but he quickly pulled me back and got on
top of me. I giggled wrapping my arms
around his neck.

Me: Ndifuna uyohlamba bhuti.

Nkosi: Awurhaleli ulala apha namhlanje?

Me: Nope. I have work tomorrow Nkosi,

beside asijoli.

Nkosi: Sizojola nini? Or you going to reject

me again after 2 years…

I pulled him in for a kiss and he surprisingly

kissed me, I wrapped my legs around his
waist and he chuckled. I felt him slide his
dick inside my vagina, I moaned and he
groaned…

Me: Aaaa, mmmm.

Nkosi: Ndicela ulale apha.

He kept giving me slow thrust and trust me
shit felt good, I closed my eyes enjoying
then he pulled his dick out.

Me: Haibo, Nkosi?

Nkosi: Uzondivuma nini?

Me: Can we talk after undityile? Sibatyiwe

so masityane.

He laughed at what I said and shoved his

dick in one go inside me, I arched my back
biting my lower lip.
·
·
We only had two rounds then went to take a
shower together, after shower we had a talk
while sitting on the bed.

Me: Nkosi, ummm…andikho ready to love

again.

Nkosi: Why?

Me: I’m still enjoying my peaceful erra,

ndine bad luck when it comes to love.

Nkosi: Okay jonga, ndayazi you don’t

believe in love after what that fool did to
you. But andinguye…

Me: I know. I like you a lot Nkosi, but can

we not rush into dating?
Nkosi: So ufuna sibezi fuck buddies ?

Me: I mean that wouldn’t be bad, that way

we’ll get to know each other.

He chuckled and I laughed as he towered

me and kissed me, fucken good kisser.
·
·
We were now getting those morning afters,
Nkosi was sulking this whole time.

Me: Uqumbele ntoni?

Nkosi: Andithi wena, you going home after

this.
Me: Nkosi…

I giggled and looked up to him, he gave me

two pecks and smiled.

Me: Please understand ngoba I have to go

to work tomorrow.

Nkosi: Sharp ke, doctor. Ndizocela

ukwenza appointment ngomso, maybe
siphume nge lunchtime.

Me: It will depend.

Nkosi: On what?

Me: On how many patients I will attend,

then ndizo hamba ndiye kwi lunch nawe.
He wrapped his arm around my neck and it
was our turn to pay, he paid and we left
after that. We went to his car and he gave
me a bottle of water, I drank the morning
after pills and smiled. Yhuu andifuni
uphinda ndimithe mna, hayi ngeke
ndizomitha mhla nda tshata ngoku.

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BUSISIWE NTLONGO.
I looked at my husband playing with our
kids, I’m a mother to twin boys and I keep
laughing ngoba Yondi predicted the fact
that I’m pregnant with twins.

Me: Ntlantla can we talk?

Lucky: Utheni uright, ntliziyo yam?

Me: Ewe ndiright, but ndicela sithethe.

Lucky: Boys ndiyabuya ne?

Twins: Okay, daddy!

Lucky pulled my hand and walked with me

to the kitchen and I sighed.

Me: I haven’t been on my periods yet.

Lucky: Why are they late?

Me: Ewe, very late…

Lucky gave me a hug and I exhaled feeling
stressed, imagine if ndimithi? Ndingafa
bawo wam.

Lucky: I will go and buy some pregnancy

tests, then if they come back saying you
pregnant we will confirm with the doctors.

Me: What if ndi pregnant?

Lucky: Ntliziyo yam, that would be amazing

moc. We are married so we are meant to
have babies every year.

Me: Haaaa!
We shared a laugh and then we kissed,
imagine njee me popping babies every
year? I die shame ngeke!

Lucky: Let me run to the pharmacy and get

ezi pregnancy test ke, ndizo hamba with
our sons.

Me: Okay, yhuu ndi nervous baby.

Lucky: Hayi sugeza, let me get the car

keys.

He kissed my lips and walked out the

kitchen, I sighed and held my stomach
wondering if ndimithi nyani na. I hope it will
be a girl this time, at least that would be
amazing njee. Ngoba Khazimla and
Kwanda are just naughty, ndi sure enough
with naughty boys…I need a princess.

[1 HOUR LATER.]
I was sitting on the counter stools having
ice cream, when the twins came in running
and screaming.

Me: Boys no running you will fall.

Khazimla: Sorry mama!

Kwanda: Mama look, daddy got us some

candy.

Me: Really, Tatabo?

I looked at my husband walk to me,
carrying the small plastic with pregnancy
tests I think.

Lucky: Ntliziyo yam, I couldn’t help but buy

them. Ababantu were busy crying and
throwing a public tantrum.

Me: Why ungaba bethi? Yhuu hayi

nindenzela stress nina marn.

Lucky laughed and I got off the chair taking

the plastic from him, he quickly held my
hand and looked at me.

Lucky: Remember no matter what the

results come back saying, ndiyaku thanda
mama wabo.
Me: Ndiyaku thanda nam.

I kissed him and left him with the little

ninjas, I walked to our room and walked to
the ensuite and prepared my home
pregnancy test. I was fucken nervous, yhuu
the nerves were wrecking me.
·
·
10 minutes later, I was seated on the bed
sacred to go and check the results. They
were long ready but yhoo, ndoyika shame.
Just then Lucky walked in and frowned
looking at me.

Lucky: Haibo I’ve been waiting.

Me: They were long ready, qha ndoyika.

Lucky: Okay, I will check them.

Me: Hima, hima!

I stood up and quickly held his hand, before

he could go in the ensuite and told him that
we will check them together. He picked the
first pregnancy test up and looked at me.

Me: What is it saying?

I grabbed it from him and there it said

PREGNANT, yhoo I felt my breath hitched.
We checked the rest of the tests and they
all said the same thing.

Me: Yhoo Lucky, yhuuu undibulele!

Lucky: Haibo, baby?

Me: Undibulele evha? Hayi you killed me

shame, do you understand that pregnancy
is no joke!

I sat on the closed toilet sit and cried, this

fool I’m married to was busy dancing
looking at himself in the mirror. Mqundu we
golo is happy, while I’m stressed about the
pregnancy struggles I’m about to face.

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AKHONA KHALI.
I smiled looking at Teddy walk to me, I met
him halfway and gave him a long hug and
helped him with his suitecase.

Me: Baby, unjani?

Teddy: Ndidiniwe I need a long as shower

and sleep.

Me: I got you baby, worse uya phangela

ngomso.

Teddy: Kuthi mandilile! Yhoo hayi sarna, I

love money but le yoba ndivuke just to work
for it.

I gave him a kiss and we walked out the

airport building, it’s around 21:00pm at night
and he just landed. We got in the car after
settling everything then I drove off.

Me: Kawutsho how is Yondi?

Teddy: Well she is warming up to

Bragadier, but yambona she is still upset.

Me: Yhr we fucked up, ndi sure she will

never trust us ever again.

Teddy: What were you guys thinking

khona? Yhuu yazi ntoni, let’s rather not talk
about it ngoba uzoxoka.

I chuckled and held his hand while driving, I

missed umntuwam yhini. I went to a drive
thru to get us dinner, before driving to my
house.
·
·
Teddy was busy in the shower, when his
phone rang and it was Yondi. I took it and
sighed before answering.

Me: Mafungwashe?

Yondi: Akhona where is my friend?

Me: Unjani, Mafungwashe?

Yondi: Ndiright. Uphi uTeddy, did he arrive

safe?

Me: Ewe he arrived safe. Look I’m sorry

about everything we put you through.
Yondi: Can we talk about yonke le mess
when I’m back in SA?

Me: When are you guys coming back?

Yondi: Few days from now, I just need to

sort out some few things.

Me: Okah ke, sharp.

She ended the call just as Teddy walked

out the ensuite, why is he naked ngoba
ndiya batywa ngoku.

Me: Teddy, ziphi mahla? Or at least your

towel…

Teddy: Haibo they are in my suitecase.

Me: Kodwa baby, why uzo thunusela kum?
Yabona yandimosha..

I walked behind him and dried humped him

while he looked for whatever in his
suitecase, he chuckled and stood up
straight looking at me.

Me: So awuzo ndipha?

Teddy: Ndidiniwe ndicela undi massage at

least.

Me: Ndizoku massage nge dick love, ayikho

enye option.
Teddy: I’m starting to think you like my ass
more than me.

We shared a brief laugh as he wrapped his

arms around my neck, I smiled looking at
him. I know that naye he wants some,
Teddy loves sex marn and sifuzene
ngaleyo. I gave him a kiss and he
responded, I grunt as he took out my dick
from my pants going down on his knees.

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YONDI MNDINI.
So Ezile and I are now living together, he
had to move in with us ngoba Luzelwande
wanted to be around his father and mother.
Yhuu why are toddlers so dramatic? In days
time we will be back in SA, and I can’t wait
ngoba I miss being that side. Ezile dropped
me off at work today, and I didn’t mind
having him chauffeur me around shame.

I was now in my office, talking with the

manager.

Me: So I will going back to South Africa in

days time.

Tsebo: Really? I thought you liked it here…

Me: I do and I will come here to visit. I told

you njena that, I will be moving back to SA
soon.

Tsebo: We will miss you soon, just hope

you won’t abandon us.
Me: Not at all, you guys should just keep up
the good work this side.

Tsebo: So who will be the new CEO while

you gone?

Me: I will remain CEO, but I will have the

HR management send out an email to the
acting CEO.

She nod her head and I smiled looking at

her, she has so much potential and
determination and she has no idead that
she will be the acting CEO of this branch.
·
·
Few hours later, I was checking talking to a
real estate agent about a house I want in
SA. Ngoba when I get there, I’m planning
on buying a new house njee.

Me: I would like something mansion like, I

don’t want it to have stairs because I have a
toddler.

Estate agent: Ohh no problem, so when are

you available for viewing?

Me: Is it possible if we communicate

through email? Because I’m kind of out of
the country.

Estate agent: Okay, let me give you my

personal number and email address.

Me: Okay.
I quickly took a paper and pen, then wrote
her details down as she called them out. I
thanked her and dropped the call. My door
opened and Ezile walked in looking hot in
chino pants and mock T-shirt with
sneakers.

Me: Okay, is it time for me to knock out?

Ezile: You knock out in 30 minutes, baby.

He came to my side and turned me to look

at him, he pulled my chin and gave me a
kiss. I pulled out and looked at him, I’m still
upset but intlizyo li menemene bethuna.

Me: I was just in a call with a real state

agent.
Ezile: Okay, zithini?

He sat on my table, I told him about my call

with the real estate agent and he smiled
looking at me.

Me: Are you even listening to me, Ezile?

Ezile: Hayi baby, ndi dizzy bubuhle bakho.

Me: Ohh Ezile, stop flattering me.

He chuckled and I smiled closing my laptop,

I stood up to pack up and he pulled me to
stand between his legs. I sighed feeling my
heart race as we shared eye contact.
Ezile: Uyenzani dyan?

Me: Ndiyenze ntoni?

Ezile: You making me feel foreign things,

veske ndibe kwenye trance xa ndibona
wena.

Me: Yhuuu Ezile andikho kwi mood to

blush.

Ezile: Yet you are.

He wiggled his eyebrows and I hid my face

on his chest, he chuckled kissing my neck
sending shivers down my spine.
Ezile: Let us go, so we can fetch our son at
créche.

Me: Okay. Help me pack please…

Ezile: I was going to anyways.

He spanked my ass and I giggled, we

packed my stuff then walked out the office
with him charming me. Mxm ncoske
kuthiwe ndiyi tyisile team, but I love le
ndoda shame but ndisaqumbile.

[A WHILE LATER.]
Ezile drove in the yard of Luzelwande’s
school, he chuckled as we parked waiting
for the school guide to show up with our
son.
Me: And then?

Ezile: I’m just wondering how much is the

school fees of this school?

Me: Tjooo sarna, siya dura rhaa.

Ezile: But I see the point of the

expensiveness ngoba si strict.

Me: Plus security yabo is very high, that is

what makes me happy.

Ezile: So when we back in SA, is he going

to a private créche.

Me: Wena ufuna ntoni?

Ezile: Good education for our son. So mna
ndithi we find the best créche, as long as
ifundisa.

I smiled and he took my hand and kissed it,

he got out the car and took Luzelwande
from the school guide. He buckled him up
at the backseat, after Junior gave me a kiss
on the cheek.

Me: How was school, baby?

Junior: Good mama, very good. How was

work?

Me: Busy.

Ezile got in the car and then started the

ignition, before driving out the school. I
heard shuffling coming from the backseat. I
looked at Junior and he gave me puppy
eyes…

Me: Junior, what was that?

Luzelwande: Mama it was nothing I swear.

Me: I thought I heard shuffling njena.

Ezile: I heard it too ke yazi.

Just then we heard a little bark, I looked at

Junior who smiled innocently then took his
bag and opened it. I laughed in disbelief
looking at the little white with brown shades
Husky puppy dog.
Ezile: Yebethuna, zithini ngoku? Kwedini…

Me: Luzelwande, explain…

Luzelwande: Kaloku baby, a girl who likes

me at school said she will bring me a gift.
Then her parents asked aunty Katy to keep
the puppy for me until after créche.

Ezile burst out laughing while driving, this is

not happening bethuna. Haibo what the
hell?

Me: Who is this girl?

Luzelwande: Gama lakhe ngu Retha, she is

beautiful.
Ezile: Hayi wena marn, kawungene ngqina.

Me: Ezile don’t entertain nonsense marn,

tshini.

He chuckled and gave me a wink, I sighed

and took out the puppy out of Junior’s
school bag. It looked at me wiggling it’s tail,
little creature is so adorable and tiny but
andizofuya njaa mna. I mean iyasebenzisa
ndi sure…

Me: Junior, you have to return it please.

Luzelwande: Mommy please, no. I love it

njena…

Me: But izohlala phi?

Luzelwande: Kwi room yam.

Me: Luzelwande uyayazi that we moving

back to South Africa in a few days, so why
keep it?

Ezile: But baby, we could always buy those

cute dog travelling carrier bags. Come on
we are first time grandparents here…

Me: Izohlala kwakho ke lenja, yhuu jonga

iyandi chamela Ezile! Yhey wena utsho
ngobu ncinci.

Ezile and Junior laughed as this adorable

creature peed on my lap wetting my pants.
The pee wasn’t too much, just a small stain
ngoba it’s a puppy but still sies marn. Futhi I
love how the puppy smelled, it smelled like
strawberries and peaches ndi sure
ibihlanjwa everyday ngoba it’s fur was so
clean.

Me: Sanuhleka, Junior yabona lo mntana

wakho uzondi hlanyisa.

Luzelwande: So can we keep him?

Please…

Ezile: Please, mami…

I looked at these two, I sighed and gave

Junior his bag. The fact that he suffocated
the little puppy, uzobane sono umntna ka
Ezile.
Me: Fine but if izomosha we sending it
straight to the dog orphanage.

Luzelwande: Yess! Thank you mama, now

can I hold him?

Me: Hayi hima, you will have plenty of time

with him wena unlike me.

Ezile laughed and I smiled playing with the

puppy, Husky breeds have very beautiful
eyes bathong. Do y’all understand how
adorable puppies are? But they are little
devils!

Me: Hello wena, helooo.

I tickled it’s nose and it barked, Ezile

chuckled next to me.
Me: Yaass, hello baby boy.

Luzelwande: See you also love him.

Me: No, I don’t.

Ezile: Hayi baby, the spark in your eyes

says it all.

Me: Yeah whatever. Just hope you guys

know where to find this dog travelling
carrier bag, ngoba if we don’t find izohlala
apha Botswana yodwa lenja.

Ezile: We will go and search for the

travelling carrier bag together ngomso, we
are the grandparents anyways.
Junior agreed with his father, heyake sarna
baske bavumelana. I kept playing with the
puppy’s furr, while it laid on laps with it’s
back comfortably. I laughed at the fact that
Luzelwande already has a little girl,
crushing on him. To the point she gave him
a puppy as a gift! We have a new member
in the family, my very first grandson
imagine njee…yhey into zozala sibancane.
I wonder what is Junior going to name this
little cutie, I smiled playing with the puppy
while it kept kicking it’s legs. Nxaaa marn,
I’m in love with everything about it.

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YONDI MNDINI.
It is 10:00am in the morning and I am so
tired, Luzelwande is at school and Ezile is
probably somewhere around the house with
the puppy. I walked out the room going to
the lounge, I chuckled looking at Ezile
adjust our son’s baby stroller.

Me: And then?

Ezile: Baby this will be our grandson’s ride

for the day.

Me: Haibo Ezile, are we really going to go

around the mall pushing a puppy nge
stroller?
Ezile: Yeap. Ngoba mna andizo funqula
njaa, ndi sure nawe you won’t.

Me: Of course I won’t.

Ezile: See, awumhle marn. Kazapha

kaloku…

Me: Ha.ana tshini, andifuni.

I said blushing, he chuckled and stood up

coming to me. I tried running but he caught
me laughing, I giggled and he made me
look at him and kissed me.

Ezile: Ndiyaku thanda marn, theni

ndikuthanda kanje?
Me: Andazi. Kaloku mna, I’m very loveable
njena.

Ezile: Futhi unuka kamnandi…I have a

sweatshirt like yours and I’m thinking of
wearing it nam.

Me: So you want us to match outfits?

Ezile: Ewe tshini, icace uba sizi couple

goals.

I smiled and gave him a peck, he hugged

me and spun me around making me giggle.
He put me down and gave me 4 pecks on
the lips, then he went to the room to take a
shower. I looked at Luzelwande’s puppy
play with the toy near the couch.
Me: Hello, baby boy.

I walked to it and picked it up, I looked at

the stroller and chuckled seeing a small
blue fleece in it. So Ezile is really planning
to treat this puppy like umntana? Next thing
we know he will feed the dog eggs.
·
·
Nyani ke Ezile wore a matching T-shirt like
me, bethuna intle indoda yam moerr! We
were in the car and the puppy was laying at
the backseat, the stroller was in the car
trunk.

Me: So uthi you know a place around here

that sells dog items?
Ezile: Ewe last night I slept at midnight,
ngoba I was doing research.

Me: Hhee hayi sarna, uzimisele ngale

puppy.

Ezile: Anything to make our son happy.

Plus le puppy is our grandson, I wonder
nguban igama layo.

Me: Junior is the one who will tell us.

We kept a very good conversation while he

drove us to this place, we arrived 40
minutes later and he parked the car. We
climbed out and I opened the backseat
taking the puppy, while he took out the
stroller.
Ezile: Ndi sure they sell every dog product
in that dog store.

Me: Okwa ngoku the important thing is the

travelling carrier, the hygiene products and
a puppy potty pad.

Ezile: Okay, yazi baby I love you.

Me: I know you do.

Ezile: Wena awundi thandi?

Me: I do, but I’m still upset to say it.

He chuckled and kissed my neck, while I

made puppy comfortable on the stroller. We
walked to the dog store and walked around
it, looking for what we needed. We got a
dog eye care, Animology Range of hygiene
products shampoos, a blue mini puppy
travelling bag and the a small cute grass
potty pad. We needed the potty pad ngoba
if izohlala endlini, we need to train it ngoku
isencicni some basic routines.

Ezile: So baby bendicinga marn…

Me: What?

Ezile: As soon as we settle in South Africa,

I pay for lobola negotiations.

Me: Ezile can we talk about this once we

are home?
Ezile: Just know njee, whatever you will say
mna ndizoyenza lento ndiyifunayo.

I rolled my eyes and he kissed my cheek,

before we purchased the items. I smiled
looking at the sleeping puppy, he is
enjoying being pushed around in a baby
stroller.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

I was looking for a spot to setup the potty
pad, Ezile went to fetch Junior at créche.
My phone rang and I took it from the
kitchen counter, I smiled seeing that it was
my father calling.

Me: Tata ka Yondi?

Tata: Yondi what is this I’m hearing?

Me: What?

Tata: The Fanathi’s were here an hour ago,

kuthiwa Ezile faked his death.

I sighed closing my eyes, tjooo hayike at

least he knows now.

Me: I was as shocked to find out. Ezile will

explain yonke into himself to you, when we
get back that side.

Tata: Yhooo ndizombetha anye, ngoba you

went through shit! You even had to relocate
to another country, rhaa zizonya ezi laaitie!
Me: Tata bayeke, I know how to handle
them.

Tata: Yondi! Yondi! Nxxx…

He dropped the call and I exhaled, he is so

frustrated and ndi sure he will hurt the
gents. Tjooo hayi nabo ooBragadier
bayazenza izinto rhaa, I wonder unjani
umama wakhe ngoba she was fooled too.
·
·
Ezile and Junior were back and I was
preparing dinner, Junior was very happy for
what we got his puppy.

Ezile: Baby, uright?

Me: No andikho right, my father called.

I lowered the heat on the oven, I was

making some Lasagna ngoba Ezile was
craving for it. He stood in front of me and
held my waist…

Me: My father called not long ago, he heard

about you return.

Ezile: Guess my father told him?

Me: Yeap. And kengoku unomsindo uTa

Spizozo, wena ne chomi zakho are in deep
kak.

Ezile: I guess I deserve whatever he is

going to do to me, ngoba I shouldn’t have
put you through such hurt.
I held the sides of his face then pecked his
lips, my father is going to moer the fuck out
of him and his friends.

Me: I hope he doesn’t touch your

handsome face.

Ezile: Yhuu uthetha enye kengoku, baby.

He gave me a hug and I chuckled, there it’s

unhealthy to love umntu this way. He tickled
the sides of my stomach and I laughed
moving a away from him, he pulled my
hand and brought me closer to him again.

Ezile: Ndiyaku thanda, I’m sorry I put you

through shit. Had I known that it would hurt
you like it did, ngendize nenye solution.
Me: You back ngoku, you alive so that’s all
that matters.

Ezile: Okay ke, ndikuthanda nyani baby

wam.

Me: Ndiyaku thanda nam, Guluva wam.

He paused and I smiled seeing the tears in

his eyes.

Me: Don’t tell me uzolila.

Ezile: Ingxaki I’ve been waiting for you to

say those words.
Me: Don’t mess up again, andithi tell me
your every move but don’t do something
that will hurt me. Next time ndizoku shiya
unye shame…

Ezile: Yhoo ndingafa if ndinga shiywa

nguwe, mna and you singu forever baby.

We shared a passionate kiss before he

went to Luzelwande, they had to give the
puppy a night wash. Junior yena
uzohlamba before he sleeps, I blushed and
continued making dinner. A while later, we
were gathered on the dinner table eating
and Junior kept talking about what they did
at school today.

Ezile: So the girl that likes you, did you kiss

her today?
Me: Hayi Ezile, no marn.

Ezile: But baby, funeke icace uba ngu

Bragadier omncinci lo.

Luzelwande: Ndiyi charmer boy daddy, so I

gave her a kiss here.

He pointed to his forehead and Ezile

cheered him, I chuckled in disbelief and ate
my food ignoring them. Tshini haibo, Ezile
ufundisa umntana ama cherry emncinci.

[1 HOUR LATER.]
We were now chilling in the lounge, Ezile
was sitting next to me holding my hand
while we watched our son happily play with
his puppy on the mat.
Ezile: So ntwana, ngubani igama lenja
yakho?

Luzelwande: Ngu Bullet.

Ezile and I looked at each other, I

swallowed feeling teary remembering the
baby I miscarried because of Sihle. I mean
Ezile and I nicknamed the baby, Bullet…

Me: Why Bullet, baby?

Luzelwande: Because when I grow up, I

want to be a soldier and protect people.
Bullet will also protect us, andithi uncle
Andile always tell me everything about
guns.
Me: Hayi Andile shouldn’t do lonto, tshini
bawo.

Luzelwande: But I love guns njena mama,

and my new doggy will be my bullet and
protect me while I’m still young.

Ezile: You want to be a soldier?

Junior nod his head smiling, Ezile gave me

a hug as our son continued playing with
Bullet.

Ezile: He is very smart for his age.

Me: Guess le créche yakhe is doing a good

job. The name “Bullet”-
Ezile: I know baby, but Junior has no idea
and nathi we should accept the name
ngoba it’s meaningful to him.

Me: I’m not angry, just wasn’t expecting it.

He looked at me and we smiled at each

other, he kissed my lips and Junior giggled.

Luzelwande: Haaa daddy, uphuza umama!

We pulled out the kiss and looked at him,

he shyly covered his eyes and Ezile
chuckled.

Ezile: What’s wrong with kissing the woman

I love?
Luzelwande: You love, mommy?

Ezile: Ewe, tshini.

Luzelwande: But she is mine.

We laughed as he quickly stood up and

came to sit on my lap, he frowned looking
at his father.

Ezile: Xolo ke, so mna ndithini?

Luzelwande: Andazi but ngu baby wam,

uYondi.

He pecked my lips and Ezile laughed

hugging us, Bullet barked wiggling his tale.
Ezile picked him up and we all shared a
group hug, okay I feel like I’m in those
happy family movies. Am I spoiling
Luzelwande too much though? Hayi I’m not,
tshini I’m not.

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INSERT 163.
SIMPHIWE MNDINI.
I was in my study sitting there deep in
thoughts, I was debating with my mind if
whether I should hurt Bragadier and his
friends or not. Abulele came in my study
and looked at me smiling, we have became
so close and you would swear uzalwa ndim.

Me: Kwedini.
Abulele: Taima, unjani?

Me: I’m good, qha I’m angry that your sister

was made a fool.

Abulele: What you on about?

Me: Bragadier is alive and he never died.

He looked at me confused, I told him

everything Bragadier’s father told me and
he sighed.

Abulele: I wonder how is Yondi, taking all of

this.
Me: I spoke to her this morning and she is
fine, but yhey ndizoyi bulala lantwana.

Abulele: But grootman, don’t you think that

nawe you would’ve done the same if you
were in his shoes?

I looked at Abulele and he shrugged looking

at me.

Me: Explain, kwedini.

Abulele: Kaloku Taima, he was doing what

he did to protect Yondi. Nam if someone
came to me and threatened Yondi’s life, in
return of doing a favour for them I would’ve
done the same.
Me: I get that, but ibingekho need for him to
fake his death.

Abulele: Just don’t be too hard on him,

ngoba Yondi really loves this guy.

Me: Nxaaa! If his father wasn’t a good

friend of mine, I was going to kill him. But
ke…

Abulele laughed and poured us some

whiskey, we sat there talking about
business and other things.

Abulele: I have been meaning to show you

something.

Me: What is it?

Abulele: I’ve been receiving threats from a
untraceable number, and lomntu is
threatening umama.

Me: What?

He gave me the phone and this person was

threatening to kill Babalwa nyan, I clenched
my jaws feeling angry.

Me: We need to get to the bottom of this.

Abulele: Yeah, I was thinking of hiring a

private investigator.

Me: No need to. I know someone who is

very skilled and can help us.
I grabbed my phone and scrolled through
my contact list, then called Akhona Khali.
He answered and I asked to meet with him
if he is not busy, he said he will be here in
the next 40 minutes.
·
·
We were now waiting for Akhona, when
Nkululeko Fanathi came in. Well he is
Bragadier’s father, he was holding a bottle
of scotch.

Me: Uzozi cengezela?

Nkululeko: Bhozza, I’m sorry for not telling

you about my son’s plan.
Me: I’m still angry though, but andizothi hayi
kwi scotch esi expensive.

We shared a brief laugh and he sat next to

Abulele, they exchanged greetings and he
gave me the bottle of scotch.

Nkululeko: Did I come nge xesha eli

wrongo?

Abulele: Nope grootman, maybe nawe you

can help us.

Nkululeko: Whuzet?

Me: Someone is sending text to my son,

threatening my wife.
Nkululeko: Someone is threatening,
Babalwa?

Me: Yhr bhozza, we waiting for Akhona to

get here and help us track le number.

Someone knocked on my study door, then

opened and I looked at Akhona. He looked
very nervous, ndi sure he thinks this is
about lento ka Bragadier.

Me: Kwedini, you look weird xa u’nervous.

Akhona: Do you blame me? Ndoyika

undibethe grootman, Yondi is already
punishing us with silent treatment.

Me: Uright kanye, kawuhlale siringe sarni.

He sat down and I passed him a glass of
whiskey, he thanked me and gulped it. I
chuckled looking at how nervous he was…

Akhona: By the way, sis Babsie said I

should tell you she is out with her best
friend.

Nkululeko: Yanelisa and Babalwa are really

going to be the death of us bawo.

Me: I’m just glad that they are friends, I

mean Babalwa was always a loner until she
met your wife.

Abulele: Kodwa bra Nku, mfazi wakho yi

type.
Nkululeko hit the back of his head and we
all chuckled, I looked at Akhona and told
him why he was here.

Akhona: Can I see le number?

Abulele: Sho sarni.

He pass him the phone and Akhona tried

calling it, the phone didn’t even ring.

Akhona: Can I take le number and see if I

can track it down?

Me: But it’s untraceable njena…

Akhona: Grootman, I got this. Ndiyi

qualified I.T boffin.
We chuckled at how he proudly said that,
he wrote the number in a piece of paper
then left. I looked at Abulele and he also
looked at me.

Me: You good?

Abulele: I’m fine, just stressed about yonke

lento.

Nkululeko: Subana stress marn, nothing will

happen to your mother.

I agreed with Nkululeko and we sat there

talking, Abulele left and I was left with
Bragadier’s father. We discussed le issue
ka Bragadier, he told me Bragadier wants
to pay dowry for Yondi and that made me
happy. I mean the damages were already
paid by his father in behalf of him, since we
thought he died and they wanted
Luzelwande to use the Fanathi surname.
So now uzo lobola and it makes me happy
ngoba, he has good intentions for my
daughter…but ndizoku mnyisa shame.

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BABALWA DILO.
I was with Yanelisa, mama ka Ezile to be
specific. She is such a bubbly soul and I
never thought I would have a friend, but
here we are and ndi happy shame. We
were in having lunch at the restaurant and
she was venting to me.
Yanelisa: Imagine chomi, my husband was
in all this faking our son’s death issue.

Me: Yhr no, they really fooled us all.

Yanelisa: Like! And I remember that Yondi

asked them once, if they know something
but bathi hayi.

Me: I wonder how is, Yondi. I spoke to her

an hour ago, she sounded okay but ndifuna
umbona physically.

Yanelisa: Jonga chomi, she is the one who

had it bad. I mean my son is selfish, the
least he could’ve done is give Yondi a
heads up about le plan.
I agreed with her and ate my food, she went
on and on. We eventually changed the topic
and spoke about other things, 30 minutes
later we went to our hair appointments.

Me: I think this blonde bob would suite me,

uthini wena chomi?

Yanelisa: Mntase for all I know, you look

good on anything.

I held her and smiled, she always boost my

confidence. We sat down on the salon
seats and the hairdressers did our hair, I
went with the blonde bob weave I wanted
and I really loved my look. Yanelisa
installed a pink straight weave, it really
complimented her skin.
[1 HOUR LATER.]
We had a whole make over and it was so
refreshing, we even took selfies and I sent
some of them to Yondi. I miss her so much,
I miss having her in my arms njee and
gossiping with her.

Yanelisa: So chomi, I have a surprise for

you.

Me: Wena ke. What is it?

Yanelisa: Haibo, it won’t be a surprise if I

told you shlobo!

We giggled and she pulled my hand to the

jewelry store, we walked to the till and she
asked for her delivery. The assistant came
to us and gave it to her, I smiled confused
looking at the 2 flat small boxes.

Yanelisa: Iza give me your hand.

Me: Yane, undenza nervous.

Yanelisa: I mean nam ndi nervous, hope

you will like it.

She opened the box and I smiled looking at

the rose gold diamond bracelet, it had my
name engraved on it. I looked at her feeling
emotional she smiled locking it on my wrist.

Me: Yanelisa, this is so beautiful.

Yanelisa: Right? And what’s more amazing
is that it’s matching with mine.

She opened the second box and it was

matching with mine, I smiled looking at her
and helped her wear hers. We sealed it with
a hug and left the store.
·
·
In the parking lot, just as we were about to
get in the car Yanelisa screamed and I was
shocked to see a 2 guys trying to grab her.
Just as I was about to help her, someone
put a cloth over my mouth and nose and I
inhaled the chemicals on the clothe then
dozed off.

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INSERT 164.
YANELISA FANATHI.
I woke up on the floor of this room, the
room smelled so stuffy and I’m surprised
that I wasn’t tied up on some chair.
Babalwa was still knocked out, I was about
to walk to her and wake her up but the door
opened. A tall yellowbone man walked in, I
frowned looking at him.

Me: Ungubani and ufuna ntoni?

Him: Ndingu, Mandla Ngxesi-

Me: You Babalwa’s ex husband?

Mandla: Ohh yes honey. But soon I will be
her, husband again. I mean ndimfina back
and I know how to manipulate her.

Me: Babalwa is such a strong and smart

woman, she moved and you won’t have her
back even if you wanted to.

He chuckled and looked at Babalwa laying

on the floor, I swallowed praying he doesn’t
hurt her.

Mandla: We’ll see about that. Anyways, I

just came here to check if my guys
captured the right people…

Me: Ufuna ntoni kum?

Mandla: Wena, maybe I could make you my
second wife. Seeing that you and Babalwa
are close…

Me: Yazi you signing for your death wish.

Mandla: They won’t find you guys, we are

untrackable. Let me go marn, ndizo phinde
ndijikele later.

I looked at him with so much disgust, he

walked out and closed the door making
sure he locked it. I quickly kneeled besides
Babalwa and shook her, she didn’t wake up
so I sat down and put her head on my laps
brushing her head.
·
·
A while later, Babalwa was awake and she
looked very disraught.

Babalwa: Yanelisa, gosh you okay?!

Me: I’m fine.

She gave me a hug and flinched holding

her forehead, she looked around the room.

Babalwa: We kidnapped?

Me: Yes, by your ex husband.

Babalwa: Mandla is behind all this?

Me: Correct, but worry not sooner or later

we’ll be out of here.
Babalwa: Mandla will kill us, lamntu is
crazy!

Me: Babsie, trust me. We won’t stay here

forever, we will get found.

I smiled and held her hand, she sighed and

nod her head. I have a GPS implant on me,
so yonke into is chilled. My husband made
sure that I get it, ngoba he always had
concerns that someone might try
kidnapping me.

Babalwa: I wonder ufuna ntoni, uMandla…

Me: He said he wanta you back, the nerve

he had of saying he wants me to be his
second wife.
We laughed about that part, tshini
uphambene la bhuti bethun rhaaa.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

We were hungry and thirsty, no one dared
to come and check up on us again.
Babalwa stood up and walked to the door,
she banged on it and I looked at her.

Me: Chomi, what the hell?

Babalwa: I’m thirsty and hungry, tshini

ayikho le kaloku.

Me: We both are, but what if they give us

poisoned food.
Babalwa: Eishh hayi-

The door swang open knocking Babalwa

over, a buff guy stood there and threw two
bottles of water and a KFC takeaway paper
bag on the floor. He looked at us and
walked out, closing and knocking the door.

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SIMPHIWE MNDINI.
My wife did not return home and I was
stressed, Nkululeko came in my house
looking tired.

Me: Mfethu, what is it?

Nkululeko: Where is Babalwa? Ndine worry
about kaYanelisa.

Me: Wait are you telling me that Yanelisa

didn’t return home too?

I quickly took my phone and car keys, he

quickly grabbed my wrist and I looked at
him.

Me: Mfondini what is it? Our wives are

probably out there in danger.

Nkululeko: Bafo, calm down. I know how to

find them.

Me: How?
Nkululeko: I implanted a GPS on my wife,
so it won’t be a struggle finding them.

Me: Okay, track their location ke.

Nkululeko: Let me call Akhona and ask him

to track her location, then we’ll go there as
soon as he got it.

I nod and sat down on the chair, my only

prayers now was that they don’t get hurt. I
just hope whoever took them has a life
insurance, ngoba ndizombulala without
thinking.
·
·
Akhona sent Nkululeko the location, I
quickly got my gun and we went to his car.
Nkululeko: Bra, I haven’t used a gun in like
forever.

Me: Yet you always have one under your

car seat?

Nkululeko: Just in case of emergencies.

Me: Well this is an emergency ke, drive

faster bawo.

He increased the car speed, an hour later

we got to this barn.

Me: Masingene we don’t have all day.

Nkululeko: What is this is a trap? Why is

there no security…
Me: Andazi but I’m taking that riski for my
wife.

I climbed out the car and took my gun

cocking it, he followed me with his. We
walked to this barn and Nkululeko kicked
the door open, I frowned looking at
Babalwa sitting there eating meat with
Yanelisa.

Yanelisa: Ohh good, you found us.

Me: What’s going on here?

Babalwa: Mandla happened and he won’t

back off anytime soon.
Nkululeko: And then inyama?

Babalwa: Some buff guy came in here and

gave it to us.

I helped her stand up and we all walked

out, kanti lo Mandla what kind of kidnapper
is he? I hope that after this he will hide very
perfectly ngoba ndizom gcwaba ephile,
when I find him.
I looked at Babalwa eating a drumstick,
then chuckled in disbelief ndi sure ulambe
nyani.

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LIYEMA LOKO.
So ever since Lukholo saw me and Nkosi
having at the restaurant, he has been a
thorn on my way but I always sort him out.

Me: Iphe, Luniko…come on guys haibo!

Iphemna: I can’t find my other sandal,

mama.

Me: Wear your sneakers kaloku, bhabha.

You guys are going to be late for créche.

Luniko: Mama, jonga…

I looked at his stained shirt and sighed, why

did he have mess on himself?
Me: Kodwa bethuna, I just come from a
nightshift and ndiyozela…now I have to run
around fixing you guys, kodwa your nanny
did that before leaving?

Iphemna: Sorry mama, we will be quick.

Me: Luniko come, I will get you a clean

shirt.

I held his hand and walked with him to his

room and got him a new shirt, hayi sarna
kids are a lot of work.

[MINUTES LATER.]
I was still wearing my work scrubs and
waiting for these kids to get done, a knock
came through my door and I frowned and
walked to attend the door.

Me: Lukholo? You do know that Iphemna is

going to school.

Lukholo: I’m not here for our daughter, but

you.

Me: Bhuti ndini, please do not try and bore

me ne. I’m very tired ngoba I had a very
busy night at school, so please marn
andikho kwi mood ye tantrums zakho.

Lukholo: So you couldn’t wait to move on

from me?
Me: Bathong…I wonder how your fiancée
will feel if she would find out, you busy
stressing about your ex moving on.

Lukholo: Don’t bring up Yibanathi in this

conversation.

Me: Leave my house ke, stay the fuck away

from me unless it has something to do with
our daughter!

I banged the door shut on his face and

exhaled, I went to check on the kids and
they were done. Yazi if it were up to me, I
would paralyze uLukholo but then again
andifuni ubizwa nge “bitter ex”.
·
·
I drove my kids to school, I first dropped
Iphemna at her créche and dropped Luniko
at his. As always he had to cry, I thought by
know he was going to be used to this
routine and school thing but he always cries
when I drop him off at school. I went
straight home after dropping the kids,
before I could climb out my car my phone
rang.

I answered the call…

Me:Teddy bear?

Teddy: Hey babes, uzoba available

namhlanje? I want to visit you.

Me: Ewe mntase, what time? Ngoba ndizo

hlamba ndilale ngoku, I’m tired.
Teddy: Noba kupha ngo 13:00pm or
14:00pm.

Me: Okay mntase, see you then.

Teddy: Sharp, lala.

He end the call and I sighed climbing out

my car, I closed my garage door before
walking to the front door. I got in my house
and closed the door, locking it. I went to my
room and stripped naked, threw my scrubs
in the washing basket and went for a
shower. After this I’m definitely going to
sleep, because I’m so tired and sleepy.

[3 HOURS LATER.]
I woke up feeling much better, if I knew
being a doctor and working nightshits was
so tiring. I would’ve opted to be a Forex
Trader, yhuuu hayi sarna kumnandi ubane
“Doctor” title kodwa it is stressful and tiring
at times.

I got off the bed and walked out the room, I

stopped on my tracks seeing Lukholo
seated on a chair near my door.

Me: Lukholo? How the fuck did you get in…

Lukholo: You once gave me a spare key to

your house, and never took it back.

Me: I never gave you my house spare keys,

please leave.
Lukholo: Or what? Yazi Liyema…

He stood up and walked to me, I looked at

the pan on top of the counter just in case he
tries something. He chuckled and quickly
grabbed the pan.

Lukholo: Thinking of hitting me nge pani?

Me: Lukholo please leave, andifuni

problems.

Lukholo: I won’t leave! Liyema, you played

me wena…

Me: Okay ke, I played ngoba you played

me so we past lonto. Now leave..
Lukholo: I loved you, was prepared to risk it
all and marry you but wena. You had the
nerve to go and get impregnated by another
man, 2 years later you are playing lovey
dovey with him!

He jumped in shock as he screamed so

loud, he looked drunk and high. Yhuuu
yintoni le ndikuyo?

Me: Look you have to leave, don’t make me

hate you ngoba I will.

Lukholo: You can’t hate me, ndim who is

supposed to hate you. You cheated on me
and got pregnant for ela gintsa!

Me: Fuck marn, sundinxolisa!

He hit me with the pan on the side of head,
I stumbled and leaned on the counter stool
feeling very dizzy.

Me: Lukholo…

Lukholo: I won’t kill you, ngoba uyi baby

mama yam. I just want to take out my
frustrations on you, for the hurt you put me
through.

Me: Don’t do this…

He strangled me and I tried fighting him off,

I kicked his balls and he groaned bending, I
took that opportunity to grab the pan and
swing it with every strength I have hitting
him hard on his head. He collapsed on the
floor and I dropped the pan quickly running
out the house, just then Teddy’s car drove
in as I paced up and down on the driveway.
He parked his car and got off running to
me…

Teddy: Liyema! Yintoni? You look like

someone losing it.

Me: Lukholo, he tried being physical with

me.

Teddy: Physical! Uphi ngoku?

Me: Inside the house…

I told him what happened just now, he

gasped and ran inside the house. I followed
him and we found Lukholo still in the
position I left him in.
Teddy: Is he dead?

Me: Andazi, let me quickly check his pulse.

I kneeled and checked Lukholo’s pulse, I

sighed as I felt it.

Me: He is alive. Ndi sure he is out, out

ngoba he is drunk and high.

Teddy: Good, iza nestulo and a rope.

Me: What?

Teddy: We going to tie him on the chair, in

your garage and teach him never to lay his
hand on a female again.
Me: And what if he doesn’t listen, or maybe
comes back for revenge?

Teddy: We’ll cross that bridge when we get

there, come on be quick!

I grabbed a chair and went in my garage,

using the sliding door. I only had tyre wires
here, so maybe we could use those. I went
back to Teddy and we carried the heavy
Lukholo to the garage then restrained him
with the tyre wires.
·
·
30 minutes later, Teddy is sipping on wine
sitting on the sliding door stair. Lukholo was
still out, yhey hhee when is he gaining his
conscious?
Me: I think we should call Dayimani,
azomthatha.

Teddy: Call Dayimani, so that he can

witness us moering his brother.

Me: Maybe if we throw him with water he

will be conscious.

Teddy: Do that mntase, besides he needs

to leave.

I grabbed a bucket and walked in the house

going straight to the kitchen. I poured some
water in the bucket then went back to the
garage, Teddy took the bucket and threw
the water on Lukholo. He gasped waking
up, he looked around until his eyes landed
on us.

Lukholo: Now this is interesting, now that

nijola nama gintsa nicinga ningama
gintsakazi?

He chuckled and Teddy gave him a back

slap.

Teddy: Do we look like we want to be

gangster? Wena uyaqhela shame.

Lukholo: Ohh please, don’t try and play that

card on me. Chomi yakho cheated, at least
mna I was drugged yena she cheated
willingly.
Teddy: Does that give you the right to hit
her?

Me: Besides I wonder what will Iphemna

say, when she finds out her father is a
wanna be abuser.

Lukholo: You wouldn’t dare tell her!

Teddy: Sungxola swine!

He punched Lukholo on the nose, I swear I

heard the sound of his nose breaking. He
groaned as the blood dripped from his
nose…

Teddy: Mamela Lukholo, you do not want

me to involve Nkosikhona and his friends in
this. Ngoba they won’t think twice before
killing you…

Lukholo: You don’t have to, I will leave and

never return.

Me: So now that you hear him mention the

gents, you willing to leave but you never did
when I asked you to.

Lukholo: I’m sorry marn, just let me go!

Teddy: Rhaaa you deserve to be paralyzed

wena njaa!

Lukholo groaned in pain as Teddy grabbed

his balls, he let them go and Lukholo
breathed heavily looking at Teddy.
Lukholo: Uyinja Teddy, if it wasn’t for lama
gintsa enu I was going to kill you!

Teddy: Try me wena, uzomazi uba ngubani

uThokoza Gxaka…tshini you have the
never of trying your stupid luck on my
friend, after 2 years!

Me: Stay away from me Lukholo, before I

get a restraining order against you. Then I
will try by all means to keep you away from
Iphemna, ngoba she won’t have a father
who is abuser.

Lukholo: So now you using our daughter to

fight your battles?
Me: Andikho kwi battle nawe mna, I just
want you to keep your distance from me.

Lukholo: Okay. I will stay away from you,

awuna need ude undivimbe umntana wam.

I looked at Teddy and I shrugged, I took the

knife on top of the car and cut the tyre wire
restraining, Lukholo. He stood up rubbing
on his wrist, he looked at me then Teddy.
He chuckled and limped out the garage,
holding his dick. I looked at Teddy and we
burst out laughing, yhuu sarna asizo nyelwa
zi bitter ex kaloku.

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INSERT 166.
NOZIBELE SODLAKA.
If someone told me that I would be this
happy in life, I would’ve laughed on their
face. I’m at my happiest, my job is paying
me good and I’m married to the love of my
life. Yes that is right, Kumkani and I got
married. At first his mother didn’t like me,
but she saw that I didn’t give a fuck being
liked by her so she is now always bragging
about me nakwi socials zakhe.

Kumkani: Baby! Baby no marn, let’s go

please!

Me: Give me a second love, I can’t find my

earrings!
Kumkani: Kodwa love, yhoo do you have to
wear them?

Me: Ewe tshini, I can’t be visting my mother

looking awful. She has to see ndi well taken
care of.

He stood by the door frame smiling, I

blushed as he smirked folding his arms.

Kumkani: So I have to be late for my

meeting, because my wife is looking for
earrings? You have many earrings futhi.

Me: Ezi zi special, you got them for me as

my birthday gift.
Kumkani: So should I tell one of the drivers
to drop you off kwa mamakho? Yazi baby,
ndizoba late nyani.

I grabbed the hoop earrings and smiled

looking at him, he chuckled as I walked to
him smiling while wearing my earrings.

Me: I’m good to go, masambe.

Kumkani: Awumhle, ndicela okwe kiss.

Me: Thought you were complaining about

being late?

Kumkani: Your kiss is more important than

amacici, Nono.
I giggled as he pulled me to him and wr
shared a smooch, this guy really knows
how to make me feel some type of way. He
pulled out and we hugged, I giggled holding
him tightly.

Me: Okay, we can go now.

Kumkani: I love you, Mrs. Tofu.

Me: I love you too, hubby.

Kumkani: Masambe ke, ndi sure

Mamvulane had been waiting for you.

We walked out the house and went to the

car after locking, my mother moved out the
township after I managed to buy her a
house in some suburb like townsip. She
didn’t want to leave kwi ndawo ethuleyo, so
Kumkani and I had to search for indawo
with great houses and with kasi vibes.
·
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I smiled looking at Kumkani as we stood in
front of my mother’s doorstep, we were
holding hands and he rang the doorbell. My
mother’s helper opened and smiled looking
at us.

Me: Molweni, ma.

MamGloria: Nozi, hello. Ohh do come in…

She opened the door for us wide and we

walked in, as soon as Mamvulane saw us
she hurried to us and gave us hugs.
Mamvulane: Molweni, ninjani?

Kumkani: Siright mama, wena?

Mamvulane: Ndiyaphila. I made muffins,

izani…

Kumkani: I so wish ndinga hlala ma, but

ndine meeting endiyi leqayo.

Mamvulane: Okay, you will get some xa

uzothatha uNozi.

Kumkani nod and gave her a hug and a

kiss on the cheek, before he gave me a hug
and a peck on the lips. He bid his goodbyes
and walked out the house answering his
ringing phone.
Me: Mama, I missed you.

Mamvulane: I missed you too, awumhle.

Me: Enkosi, nawe. How is sis Gloria

treating you?

Mamvulane: She is like a sister, I’ve never

had.

Me: I’m happy, when you happy.

Mamvulane: Ohh I forgot to thank you for

the flowers you sent me.

Me: What flowers?

Mamvulane: Those flowers…

She pulled me to the bunch of flowers

neatly placed on the high table, I frowned
looking at her.

Me: Maybe you have a secret admirer, I

didn’t send you flowers.

Mamvulane: I wonder who could it be.

She giggled as we walked out the sliding

door, going to sit on the Gazebo that was
was on the green grass.

Me: Ngomso I will be going to collect the

money, from our tenants. Awufuni uhamba
nam?
Mama: I would like to, ndifuna ubona how
are this that side.

Well the house my mother and I used to live

in at the township, I built it from scratch and
fixed it. Now kukho abantu who is renting
there, all those who used to laugh at us are
obviously jealous. Kumkani even went as
far as trying to get traditional help for
Mamvulane’s mental illness and nyani, my
mother was helped. Apparently one of her
relatives did that to her, we didn’t want to
know who it was just for the sake of peace.
So Mamvulane is well ngoku, but she asked
me to get her a helper to help her around
the house and I found MamGloria.

Mamvulane: So I met enye indoda at the

mall, not long ago.
Me: Mama…

Mamvulane: No, not like that. He is

handsome yena, but ke I’m too old for ujola.

Me: How old is he?

Mamvulane: Uthe he is 60 years old.

Me: So uyakufuna?

She shrugged blushing and I laughed, my

mother is such a beauty kodwa.

Mamvulane: We were talking wena, my

baby. He told me about how his wife died
10 years ago, and he has been single ever
since. I also told him about your father,
wathi he can ask one of his Lawyer son’s to
help me nge divorce procedure.

Me: I have to meet this old man, before

anything else ingathi kanti bazoku thengisa.

Mamvulane: I doubt, he looked like a very

decent man. He even gave me a lift back
home, and uyi gentleman.

Me: Mamvulane hayini, so if uyakufuna

uzothini?

Mamvulane: Nozi ndina 56 years old, I’m

too old for ujola.

Me: Mmmm, but maybe-

Mamvulane: Hayi Nozi, noo don’t reason
with me.

We giggled and sat there talking, I looked at

her and smiled wondering how she will feel
if I tell her these news.

Me: Mama khona some good news I want

to tell you.

Mamvulane: I love good news, zithini good

news.

Me: So…

I took out the 2 ClearBlu pregnancy tests

from my sling bag, then gave it to her.
Mamvulane: My baby, umithi?

Me: Ewe, mama.

She squealed and jumped up excitedly, she

gave me a tight hug then caressed my
stomach.

Mamvulane: When did you find out?

Me: Izolo mama, I want to tell Kumkani in a

cute way. Maybe buy some baby booty’s, or
baby Roompie andazi.

Mamvulane: I’m so happy, ndizobangu

makhulu. Ndi sure Kumkani will be the
happiest, kudala efuna umntana.
I laughed looking at her dance excitedly,
she even called MamGloria to tell her the
news. MamGloria congratulated me and
adviced me to not tell abantu abanintsi, until
at least I’m 3-4 months ngoba not everyone
will be happy. And nyani she is not lying, I
wish Yondi was here so I can share the
good news with her too. Maybe I should call
Teddy and meet him the good news. I
mean they helped me and my mother
kakhulu, so at least I wished to tell them.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

At home while I was preparing dinner,
Kumkani was in his study doing whatever.
He is so determined with his work, so am I
with mine. A knock came through the door,
I turned of the stove and hurried to open. I
smiled looking at this woman standing in
my doorway.

Me: Oh hello, unjani?

Woman: Ndiright, khona uKumkani?

Me: Yes ukhona, but u’busy in his study.

Woman: You must be his new wife, not bad

at all…

She said that looking at me up and down, I

kept my smile ke mna ngoba I won’t let
some woman degrade me in my house.

Woman: Tell him, Gcobisa is here to see

him.
I looked at her, so she is the ex wife of
Kumkani? But I thought she was arrested
njena…

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KUMKANI TOFU.
While I was busy in my study, my wife
called me and I smiled answering.

Me: Baby, you miss me kodwa ndilapha

endlini?
Nozibele: Love ndicela uze aphe lounge,
you have a visitor.

Me: Engu bani?

Nozibele: Gcobisa, your ex wife.

I quickly stood up from the seat and

dropped the call, rushing to the lounge. I
frowned seeing Gcobisa sitting on the
couch like she owns this place, she stood
up and tried coming to me.

Me: If you know what’s good for you,

ungaku linge usondele kum.

Gcobisa: Baby, mnyeni wam-

Me: Andingi mnyeni wakho mnqundukazi!
Phuma kwam, before I lose it.

Nozibele: Love calm down…

She came to stand next to me and held my

hand, I would normally calm down but
Gcobisa just repulses me.

Gcobisa: Kumkani please, I need a place to

stay.

Me: Go to your parents house! Awuyo nix

kum, phuma!

Gcobisa: No, please Kumkani…

She kneeled and cried, she thinks her tears
faze me but they don’t.

Nozibele: I don’t have time for this, let me

do and finish my pots.

She walked away to the kitchen, Gcobisa

looked at me.

Me: Ndithe phuma kwam, I owe you

nothing.

Gcobisa: You my husb-

Me: I’m your ex husband, and if you think

you will be one of those bitter ex wives and
try to be a problem in my happy
marriage…uzonya.
I pulled her up roughly and dragged her out
of my house, she kept screaming and
refusing to leave but I obviously
overpowered her. I dragged her out of my
yard gate and closed it, making sure it was
locked.

Gcobisa: Kumkani! Kumkani!!!

She kept banging the gate and calling out

my name as I walked back to the house, I
wonder uyifumene phi address yam. And
why is she out of jail? I walked to the
kitchen and found my wife dishing up, she
smiled looking at me.

Nozibele: Are you calm now?

Me: Your kiss will make me calm.

She giggled and I walked to her, she gave

me a kiss and I smiled.

Nozibele: Hope that helped.

Me: More than helped. I’m sorry about-

Nozibele: Love don’t apologize, I’m not

threatened by the sudden return of your ex
wife. Andithi ndim uMrs. Kumkani Tofu
ngoku, so don’t fret babe.

Me: I’m so lucky to have you and I promise,

I will not let Gcobisa be a thorn in our
marriage.
Nozibele: I know how to handle bitter
people, mna ndine worry about you.

Me: I will be fine, as long as I have you and

we remain as happy as we are.

She giggled and continued dishing, while I

hugged her from behind and gave her neck
kisses. I love my wife so much, never
thought I would love umntu kanje but
Nozibele makes everything easy for me.
She takes care of me in all departments,
makes sure ndi hleli ndi happy.

[FOLLOWING MORNING.]
My wife and I were preparing for work, she
looked very gorgeous in formal dress. She
is the neatest Receptionist ever, Yondi is
very lucky to have her as a Receptionist.
Me: Yhee baby?

Nozibele: Mnyeni wam?

Me: Where is Yondi?

Nozibele: She had to move to Botswana for

personal reasons.

Me: Botswana is a nice place.

Nozibele: Very nice. Futhi I heard she

opened another branch of her business that
side, and Unity House is definitely the
international talk.
Me: I mean telling by how happy you are,
iyacaca she is treating her emloyees good.

Nozibele: More than good! I mean the

money we get paid, wonke umntu at work
always talk about how satisfied we are nge
salary yethu. Like mna, ndiyi Receptionist
but the money I get paid you’d swear I work
on the higher departments.

She kept telling me about how she will

never abandon her work, ngoba she has a
great boss. Yondi always makes sure
abantu ba happy, I miss her ke wethu…but
miss her as a friend, not what you think. I
really messed up things between us, ngoba
ndi sure we would be still communicating at
least had I not confronted Bragadier.
·
·
I was having a wonderful day at work, when
one of my business clients walked in my
office. She is a CEO of some oil company,
good at her job but known for bad news.

Me: Mrs. Tsikiti.

Jessica: Hi Kumkani, are you busy?

Me: It’s Mr. Tofu to you and ewe ndi busy.

She giggled and closed the door, I looked

at her and wondered why is she always
wearing such revealing clothes.

Jessica: Ndine proposal for wena, can I

show you?
Me: Couldn’t you make an appointment with
my personal assistant?

Jessica: Ohh come on, ndilapha ngoku and

andizojika.

She walked around my table and came to

stand next to me, she did whatever on her
tablet and showed me her business
proposal. But what I don’t understand was
why is she caressing my arm, and directing
her boobs to my face.

Me: Mamela Jessica, andiyazi what you

think you doing but it won’t work.

Jessica: What are you talking about?

Me: Lento yakho uzama undi seduce.a,
ayizo sebenza.

Jessica: We both married, ndi sure umfazi

bores you sometimes. Like how my
husband always bores me, so how about
we have a sexual relationship.

She tried touching my dick, but I pushed

her hand away. She giggled and bit her
lower lip giving me lustful eyes..

Me: My wife don’t bore me, she excites me

each and everyday and time. So leave..

Jessica: Tell me you don’t want this.

She put her one leg on my desk and

showed me her nasty vagina, she rubbed
on it and trust me shit looked disgusting. I
looked at her showing her the disgust I had
on my face, she winked and I shook my
head.

Me: Imagine me leaving a very good look,

smooth waxed vagina at home. Only to
have a vagina with black marks, and ugly
looking. No wonder indoda yakho do not
excite you, ndi sure uyonyanya oko xa
ebona le kuku yakho inezilonda. Phuma kwi
office yam, whatever business we had
together is done.

Jessica: What?!

Me: You heard me, I won’t be comfortable

having a business partner who is a slut.
Sies marn, yanuka nonuka le kuku, phuma
apha and make sure you never return!
She looked at me shocked, I stood up and
gently pushed her to the door. I opened and
told her to leave, she swallowed and
walked out my office I banged the door shut
and gagged. Call me dramatic but that was
not a good site to witness, yhuu ezinye
kuku zi weird. Rhaaa hayi, I have to tell my
wife about this during pillow talk.

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AYOLA MSIMANGO.
I looked at my husband fix his collar, he
was going to work and I think that he is
cheating on me but I won’t ask. He is
always attending meeting, when he comes
home late he doesn’t want me to go near
him before he takes a shower. That means
one thing moc? He is trying to clear all his
cheating partner fragrance or whatever.

Me: Libo, you don’t have time for me or the

kids lately.

Libo: Baby don’t be dramatic, I always

make sure you guys get whatever you
want.

Me: Ewe but now your quality time,

kwenzeka ntoni?

Libo: Work baby, yazi soloko ndine back to

back meetings.
Me: So your meetings are important than
us?

He sighed and wore his blazer, I chuckled

looking at him as he came to kiss me. I
carefully watch him as he answered his
phone smiling from ear to ear, walking out
the room. I sighed feeling a lump on my
throat, then walked to the bathroom so I
can start doing the laundry. While going
through the dirty clothes, I found a used
condom wrap in Libo’s jeans and a red
lipstick on the collar of his shirt.

Me: So he really is cheating…

I chuckled feeling hurt and threw all the

clothes back in the washing basket, then
walked out the room feeling pissed. I took
my phone and car keys, then drove to my
mother’s house.
·
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At my mother’s house, my mother hugged
me as I cried my eyes out. I just told her
what’s going on and she is not pleased at
all.

Mama: Mntanam, what do you want to do?

Me: What can I do, mama? Cacile lomntu is

not happy with me anymore, so I will set
him free.

Mama: You thinking of divorcing him?

Me: Ewe mama, andithi yena he wants to
fuck whoever while married. So I should
just let him free, ayenze lento yakhe freely.

Mama: Ayola…you do know that divorce is

not some decision you take in a blink of an
eye.

Me: Maybe if I try finding solid proof, then

ndizo kwazi umshiya with proof.

My mother sighed and I wiped my tears,

gathering myself. The fact that I always
worshiped my husband, calling him “perfect
man, who is loyal to me” just pains me.

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MPENDULO LUGALO.
What can I say? Things have been okay for
me, I miss Yondi though. Yondi was
someone I can vent to about my personal
issues, with her gone I am carrying all this
burden. I didn’t go to work today because of
headache, ngoba my wife has been
sleeping out lately and I hate that. She has
2 kids but she has no time for our kids, I
know that she is cheating ngoba nam I was
once a cheater.

Me: Amanda are you cheating on me?

Amanda: What? Mpendulo, how can you

accuse me of such?
Me: Thing is awubambeki kwezi ntsuku,
you have been depriving me sex for 4
months!

Amanda: Okay ke, I will give you some

tomorrow.

Me: Amanda, are you cheating on me?

Ndibuzile…

Amanda: No, just because wena you once

cheated. Sucinga nam ndi capable of such!

Me: So tell me why are you always sleeping

out?

Amanda: Ayola always ask me to spend

some girl night time with her, we need to
live our life nathi.
Me: I don’t believe you, I won’t dwell on this
stupid reason you just spat.

Amanda: Tjooo Mpendulo! Hayi ndiyeke ke,

believe what you want kodwa mna andiyo
cheater like you.

She grabbed her sling bag and car keys,

walking out the house. I chuckled thinking if
I should bother investigating this, or not.

[1 HOUR LATER.]
I was walking around my house half naked,
the kids are at crèche, my wife is still gone
to wherever. So I didn’t bother wearing
anything, but my grey sweatpants without
underwear and nothing on top. I heard a
knock on the door, then frowned walking
toward it.

I opened and Ayola stood there, she

paused for a second looking at me.

Me: Hey, ngena I will go and get a T-shirt.

Ayola: No, don’t bother andizo hlala. Is

Amanda here?

Me: No, she is not. Please ngena, I have

some things to ask you.

She cleared her throat, she couldn’t look at

me and I found that adorable. I mean she
respects her friendship with my wife and
that is what I like, ngoba if it was some
other friend they would’ve flirt with me
seeing me in this manner.

Ayola: If I knew Amanda isn’t here,

ngendingazanga…she said I will get her
here.

Me: It’s okay. You look nervous…

Ayola: I should be, you my best friend’s

husband. I can’t be alone with you in the
house unxibe kanje, can you please wear
something?

I chuckled and nod, she walked pass me

going in the house. The fact that she is
short even with heels on, is very cute…I
love short woman, they are very feisty. I
walked up to my room to get a T-shirt, while
she settled on the couch. Once I wore my
T-shirt, I walked back to join her in the
lounge where she is at.

Me: Can I offer you anything?

Ayola: No, please ndiright. I would like you

to get to the point…

Me: Okay. I want to know something about,

Amanda-

Ayola: But she is your wife, you suppose to

know her better than me.

Me: I know. She tells me you guys are

always doing late night sleep overs.
Ayola: What?

Me: Ewe, andina problem ngalonto. But

during ezo sleepover zenu zi almost
everyday, do you mind asking her to at
least spend some time with her kids.

She looked at me confused, I raised my

eyebrow looking at her.

Ayola: What sleepovers? I’m always at

home, doing my wifely duties. Or do my
work, so andazi maybe she has other
friends who she sleepover with.

Me: Or maybe she is cheating.

Ayola: Don’t be ridiculous, Amanda loves

you more than anyone or anything.
Me: Who knows she is avenging the fact
that I once cheated on her with-

Ayola: Don’t mention her name, I don’t want

to here igama lala ntombazana.

She sighed then played with her ring, I

looked at her carefully and she seemed to
be deep in thoughts.

Me: You good?

Ayola: As a married man, what made you

cheat?
Me: Amanda and I were lacking some
communication, we always fought for
slightest things.

Ayola: Would you have cheated on her if

yonke into was sailing perfectly?

Me: Andazi, I really don’t.

Ayola: I think my husband is cheating on

me.

Me: You think Libo, is having an affair?

Hayibo Libo is such a family man.

Ayola: Used to be. His always having late

night meetings, this morning I found a used
condom wrap in his pants and lipstick kwi
collor ye shirt.
I looked at her and she looked pissed, she
chuckled and shook her head.

Ayola: Thing is andina solid proof, you

know how men are. Ndizombuza and he
will make up a story…

Me: I know, futhi we good at lying.

Ayola: See! That is why ndicinga nge

divorce, just to let him live his life as a
single man. Ngoba icacile I don’t make him
happy anymore, I just-

She looked up sniffing, I sighed and went to

sit next to her then pulled her into a hug.
Me: We both facing a similar thing. We will
get pass all this, wena ke I feel sad for you
ngoba you don’t deserve none of this. Mna,
I deserve it because I once cheated.

Ayola: It already hurts, fuck I hate feeling

like this.

Me: It’s okay, uzoba righf marn-

I groaned as she accidentally touched my

dick, she quickly removed herself from my
arms and stood up.

Ayola: Uxolo, it was a mistake…I-

Me: Ayola it’s okay, I know it was an

accident.
Ayola: No, funeke ndi hamba. Bye
Mpendulo…

She took her bag and hurried out, I cussed

and held my dick over my pants. What’s
worse is that I ain’t wearing underwear, so
she might have felt that. Now she will
definitely be uncomfortable around me. Eyy
kodwa I have a more serious matter at
hand, my cheating wife and I am definitely
going to investigate lento.

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MPENDULO LUGALO.
After Ayola left my house, I called my
Private Investigator to keep tracks on my
wife. And to update me on what he will find,
I know what I’m doing is sort of “stalker
husband” vibes but I just need confirmation.
My phone rang and it was my mother…

Me: Oledy?

Mama: Hey nyana, I just wanted to let you

know uba I will pick up your kids from
school.

Me: Thanks, but is there a reason for you to

pick them up?

Mama: Actually, yes. Your father and I miss

them, so we would like to keep them for the
week.
Me: Okay ma, akho ngxaki. Tell me what
you guys will need, just in case.

Mama: I won’t need anything, I have

everything I need for them.

We continued talking and I end the call as

soon as I saw my wife, walk in the house.
She looked at me and I noticed a love bite
on her chest, I chuckled squinting my eyes.

Me: Ayola was here…

Amanda: She was?

Me: Ewe she was looking for you.

Amanda: I will call her as soon as I’m done
packing my night bag, I’m meeting with my
cousin she needs-

Me: You do know that andiso sbhanxa ne? I

once cheated and I know lame excuses of a
cheater.

She looked at me frowning and I shook my

head, knowing very well what she is about
to say.

Amanda: I am nothing like you, andiyo

cheater.

Me: Tell me how did that love bite get on

your chest? Or what…uzothi something bit
you and you started itching?
Amanda: Andazi how this red mark got
here, but andiyo cheater.

Me: You do realize you have children, kuyo

yonke lento ne? And kengoku you not
giving them your attention.

Amanda: Yhoo Mpendulo, I buy them gifts

moc. I won’t stand here and listen to you
accuse me of shit.

She angrily walked passed me going up the

stairs, nxxx. I know I have know right to
judge her for cheating, but the fact that she
is making me an idiot and being dishonest
as I aske her makes me angry.
·
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So Amanda really left, some wife she is…I
wonder which cousin she is sleeping over
at, ngoba she hates all her cousins. I
decided that let me go and drink some
coffee, at coffee shop ngoba ndi bored
anyways. I went to my room and changed
into a Nike Tracksuit, wore my Nike kicks
and took my laptop ngoba I will check my
emails while busy drinking coffee.

45 minutes later, I walk in the coffee store

and I smiled seeing Ayola seated and
reading a book at a far end table. I walked
to her table and she looked shocked to see
me.

Me: Seeing you twice in a day? Hayi lucky

me.

Ayola: What are you doing here?

Me: This is a coffee shop, in case you didn’t
notice.

Ayola: Uxolo it’s just that, I wasn’t expecting

you to come here. I will leave ngoba-

Me: Ayola, I get that you freaked out for

accidentally touching my dick. But that was
a mistake, so it’s all chilled.

Ayola: Umm…I didn’t mean to nyan, I don’t

want you to think I’m like, you know who…

I chuckled and sat down opposite her,

placing my laptop on the table. I looked at
her smiling, she gave me a shy smile.
Me: You nothing like Inathi, you a very good
woman.

Ayola: Thanks. You didn’t strike me as the

type to be couped up in a coffee shot, with
a laptop in front of you.

Me: What can I say, I needed a breather.

By the way, you didn’t strike me as the type
to read.

She giggled admiring her book, I smiled

opening my laptop before looking at her
again.

Ayola: I have my days. Plus ndifuna nqondo

ibe focused, ngoba from here I’m fetching
my kids at school.
Me: How are they khona?

Ayola: They are good, have their naughty

days but I love them.

The waiter came and I placed my order,

Ayola also placed her order and the waiter
walked away after.

Me: Muffins, huh?

Ayola: What’s wrong with them?

Me: Amanda once told me you hated

muffins.

Ayola: Haaa, ngoku ndizi thanda kangaka.

We shared a brief laugh and continued
talking, our orders came and we kept a
good conversation going. A while later, we
were still talking and laughing, when my
phone rang.

Me: I have to take this, excuse me.

She gave me a nod and I stepped out the

coffe shop, answering the call coming from
my P.I…his name is Bash.

Me: Bash what do you have for me?

Bash: Bad news, very bad news.

Me: She is cheating right?

Bash: Yes your wife is cheating, with her
friend’s husband.

Me: No marn, you have to be mistaken.

Amanda wouldn’t betray Ayola, I refuse to
believe that.

Bash: Well I am sitting not far from them as

we speak, they are all lovey dovey.

Me: Where are you?

Bash: At a picnic park, mfethu they are feed

each other strawberries. Kumnandi yi
love…

My heart raced, I was expecting to hear that

my wife is cheating. But I’m shocked to find
out that she is cheating with her friend’s
husband, it has me wondering how long
have they been having this affair.

Me: No marn…you must mistaken.

Bash: Nope, nada mfethu. I will take thee

clearest picture and video of them ngoku,
and send it to you.

Me: Do that mfethu!

He end the call and I suddenly felt heated,

just then WhatsApp notifications came
through my phone. My heart raced as I
opened them…I clenched my jaws seeing
my wife and her friend’s husband all cosy.
The pictures were super clear, I opened the
video and watched it. I sighed switching it
off when they were about to kiss, I sent
Bash a thank you text and made his
payments quickly before walking back in
the coffee shop.

I sadly looked at Ayola, she will be so

devastated shame.

Ayola: Why are you looking at me like that?

Me: Nothing, umm…I need to go home,

something came up.

Ayola: Okay, don’t worry I will settle your

bill.

Me: You want to pay for me?

Ayola: Take that as an apology for
accidentally touching pipi yakho.

I chuckled and looked at her, should I tell

her or not? Eishh no marn, if I tell her apha
she might lose it or enze some sort of
drama and I want none of that.

Me: Sharp ke, enkosi.

Ayola: Okay, uhambe kakuhle ke.

I sighed and took my things leaving, shit!

So all along we were fools, our spouses
were busy having an affair worse they do
things publicly.

[LATER THAT NIGHT.]

I decided to fuck it and drive to Ayola’s
house, I couldn’t sleep ngoba ndi guilty for
not telling her. Minutes later, I was knocking
on her door she opened the door looking
sleepy.

Me: Sorry to wake you up.

Ayola: What are you doing here at this

time? Is Amanda okay…

Me: Amanda is very well, ndinga ngena?

Ayola: Sho, you look tense.

I walked in and closed the door, before

following her to the lounge. We sat on the
couch and she looked at me.
Me: Is your husband home?

Ayola: No, he said he is going to some

business meeting and he won’t sleep at
home.

She sighed sadly and I swallowed before

holding her hands, she looked at me
confused.

Me: I have something to tell you, and you

won’t be happy about this.

Ayola: What? Talk you making me

nervous…

Me: Uhm..eish-
Ayola: Mpendulo!

Me: Your husband and my wife are having

an affair.

Ayola: What? Hayi don’t be ridiculous

please…I get that we assuming our
partners are cheating, but they won’t think
of doing such betrayal.

Me: Ayola ndi serious! Futhi I have valid

proof.

I took out my phone from my pocket, then

opened it giving it to her. She blinked
rapidly zooming in the picture, I watched at
her as shook her head in disbelief.
Me: Khona video, just swipe left you will
see it.

Ayola: No! I don’t see it, how could they?

She looked at me with teary eyes, I sighed

and quickly pulled her to my arms as she
cried silently. She calmed down seconds
later and removed herself from my hold, I
wiped her tears with my thumb.

Me: Should we confront them? Ngoba

andizoba yi clown mna.

Ayola: No, we keep it to ourselves.

Me: What? Ngoba…

Ayola: Ngoba I will invite you and your wife
to dinner tomorrow, so we could how they
will act when we are all in one room.

Me: You sure?

Ayola: What else do you suggest? Acting

out of anger is useless, I mean it won’t
change anything.

She sighed and looked at her wedding ring

sadly, she chuckled and sniffed before
looking at me.

Ayola: Men don’t appreciate, intlizyo yam

ibuhlungu and andazi if ndizoba right
anytime soon.
Me: We both crashed about this. But I was
expecting my wife to cheat, ngoba I once
cheated on her. But still it hurts very bad…

I swallowed and clenched my jaws, Ayola

wiped her falling tears. I held her free hand
and caresssed the top of it, hope she will
heal from this. I mean this is her second
time being hurt by a friend, first Inathi trying
to sacrife her now my wife sleeping with her
husband.

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AYOLA MSIMANGO.
I am way beyond devastated, especially at
the fact that two people whom are I love
dearly betrayed me. Couldn’t Libo fuck
someone else other than my friend?
Amanda yena knows I have been venting to
her about my cheating husband, she would
advice me kanti nguye o’busy with my
husband. But I told myself that I will handle
this in a mature way, I won’t fight for ukunya
never!

It’s in the morning and I was getting my kids

ready for school, I’m worried about how will
they handle the fact that soon I will be
divorcing their father.

Imibongo: Mama, can I wear my purple

dress?

Me: Of course baby, go and fetch it.

She smiled and left, I looked at my son and
he looked sad. He is 2 years old and a very
reserved human.

Me: Abongwe, what’s wrong?

Abongwe: I feel sad.

Me: Tell mommy what is wrong?

Abongwe: Daddy, don’t love us anymore.

I sighed and sat next to him, he looked at

me and I smiled.

Me: Kutheni usitsho?

Abongwe: He doesn’t spend time with us
anymore, I hate him.

Me: No, no baby…HATE is a very strong

word.

Abongwe: But I do hate him, ndifuna omnye

utata.

He said that frowning, I sighed and just then

Libo walked in the house whistling happily. I
looked at him with disgust, he smiled
looking at us.

Libo: Hey boy-

Abongwe: I don’t like you anymore!

Sundibamba…
He quickly stood up and told me, he will go
and find his sister. I watch my son walk out
of sight…

Libo: Haibo and then?

Me: Wena what do you think?

Libo: Baby, yintoni? Why are you all angry

at me…

Me: I bet you realize that we can totally live

without you. I don’t mind you not spending
quality time with me anymore, but your
kids? Kodwa it’s fine wethu, andithi we not
important…
Libo: I do spend time with you guys njena,
just that I’ve been very busy.

Me: With what? Let me take MY kids to

school, they will sleepover at my mother’s
tonight.

Libo: I’m free today, I was hoping we could

spend family time.

Me: Today the Lungalo’s are coming over

for dinner, andazi if uzoba khona or you will
go to your “meetings”.

I walked past him and this bloody cheater

reeked of Amanda’s perfume, I felt my
stomach twist in knots and my anger
building up. 30 minutes later, my kids were
done and my daughter was also ignoring
her father. Abongwe was worrying me the
most, because he has this sudden anger
and I would hate if he grew up with anger
issues.
·
·
I dropped off my kids at school, and
decided to drive to the mall just for some
make over. My phone rang as I stopped at
the traffick light, I answered it connecting it
to the navigator.

Me: Hello?

Caller: Hi, ndim…uMpendulo.

Me: Hey, you good?

Mpendulo: Ndiright wena?

Me: Weirdly I’m fine, wena?

Mpendulo: I’m okay. Just still hurt, she

came home an hour ago.

I sighed and blinked holding in my tears,

gosh nothing hurts like being betrayed by a
beloved friend.

Me: Libo came home an hour ago too, yazi

lento yakhe is also affecting my kids. Our
son was so angry this morning, I’ve never
seen a toddler that angry.

Mpendulo: Kids feel when something is not

good between abazali, guess the little guy
is feeling tension yenu.
Me: Yeah, look ndiya driver ne? So we will
meet tonight…

Mpendulo: Should I bring anything?

Me: No, just bring yourself and your wife.

We bid our goodbyes and I looked at this

damn robots, when are they opening?
Seconds later they opened and I drove off, I
want to be so beautiful ndogqithe ingxaki
zam.

[2 HOURS LATER.]
I smiled looking at the Rich Blonde Bob
Frontal Weave, I thanked the hairstylist and
made my payments. I think this colour
suites me ngoba ndimhle and ndine glow,
ayicaci uba ndiya gowa.

I went for grocery shopping, just njee

something for tonights dinner and I bought
Amanda’s favourite wine. I bought it on
purpose futhi, I also got 2 wines for my
mother and her favourite cake. Just njee
umcenga for her to look after my kids, until
tomorrow.
·
·
Around 18:00pm I was done with dinner
and setting up the table, Libo has been on
my tail this whole afternoon. Telling me
ndimhle and asking for some sex, but I
refused bethuna! Rhaa amadoda will bring
us diseases, I looked at him after I neatly
placed the glasses on the dinner table.
Me: Yintoni wandidika?

Libo: Haibo can’t I be cosy with my wife?

Me: I have to go and shower, before our

guests get her.

Libo: What is this? A double date…

Me: Call it whatever you want.

I walked past him and went to our room,

just njee to refresh. 40 minutes later, I was
done and I happy with my look. Nothing
fancy Hatler Neck Backless Bodycon dress,
with my comfy sleepers. The door opened
and Libo got in, he paused and looked at
me.
Me: Are they here yet?

Libo: You look beautiful.

Me: Enkosi. Bafikile na?

Libo: Yes they are here…shall we?

Me: I know how to walk by myself, so no

thanks.

He sighed as I left him hanging and walked

to our guest, Amanda screamed excitedly
as soon as she saw me and hugged me.

Amanda: Ohh friend, I love this new look on

you.
Me: Ndimhle ne? I decided to bring back
the old sexy me, gone with the crusty
housewife.

Amanda: Nawe kodwa chomi, you should

find some daily job.

Me: I’m cooking something wena, ngoba

from now on ndizoba all alone and
independent.

She smiled and I hugged Mpendulo, his lips

touched my neck and my heart raced. I
pulled out the hug and we all sat down to
dine, Amanda and my husband were the
only ones doing the talking throughout the
dinner.
Me: Amanda how would you feel if I would
betray you by sleeping with, your husband?

Libo chocked on his food, I looked at him

and touched his hand.

Me: Uright, love?

Libo: Yeah, just that your question caught

me off guard.

Me: Ina have some juice, we don’t want

your cause of death to be “chocking on
food”.

We all shared a brief laugh, I stole a glance

at Mpendulo and he winked at me.
Me: So bestie, you didn’t answer my
question…

Amanda: Well I have no answer to it, ngoba

mna and you will never betray each other
like that. Imagine sleeping with your friend’s
husband? Euww.

Libo: Hayi nyani, that would be totally

disrespectful.

Amanda: See!

Mpendulo: Eishhh Ayola, akho desert

apha? Ndaske ndabawela something
sweet.

Me: Mmm ikhona, I mean what’s dinner

without desert.
Mpendulo: I will help you get it.

We collected the dishes that had our now

finished meals, then walked to the kitchen
leaving my husband and Amanda in the
dinning table.

Mpendulo: Can’t we just interrogate them

directly about their affair?

Me: Can we at least do that after desert?

Mpendulo: Jonga ndihleli kwesa stulo ne

ntshisakalo, yhuu and you so calm.

Me: I’m trying not to handle this with anger,

we have to be wise apha.
He looked at me and licked his lips, before
we got the desert and went back to our
spouses. We found them giggling at
whatever, hhee akusemnandi kwa love
affair.

Amanda: Actually chomi, can I use your

bathroom?

Me: Of course mntase, you didn’t have to

ask.

Amanda: Okay, I will be back to snack on

this yummy looking desert.

She stood up and walked to the bathroom,

Libo took a sip from his juice scratching the
back of his head.
Me: Haibo Libo, why are you awkward?

Libo: Hayi marn, ingxaki I have to make a

quick call.

Me: So ithi lonto be awkward?

Libo: I’m not awkward baby. Let me go and

make this call, I will be back.

He walked away quickly, Mpendulo

chuckled and I looked at him enjoy his
desert. I sipped on my wine…

Me: What?

Mpendulo: Ziyotyana ezi, I’m telling you.

Me: Libo wouldn’t disrespect our home like
that, yhuu I don’t even want to think about
it.

Mpendulo: I know the look on my wife’s

face when she is horny, ndiyakuxelela
bayotyana.

I looked at Mpendulo, if that is true then I

will retaliate. 15 minutes passed, both
Amanda and Libo were not back yet.

Mpendulo: We going to bust them,

masambe andiyo clown kaloku mna.

Me: Okay, masambe.

I took my glass of wine and we walked to
the bathroom down the wall, my heart raced
and I stumbled feeling weak hearing moans
and groans coming from the bathroom.
Mpendulo quickly held me and we both
stood there in disbelief, kanti ezizifebe
zethu zinjani?

Me: Mpendulo, I’m going to prison

today…I’m going to jail tonight.

Mpendulo: We wait for them to be done,

let’s not deprive them their orgasms.

Me: This is not happening…

We stood there listening to our spouses

moan each other’s names, I was very
heartbroken shame. Betrayal is a very
unforgivable thing, I gulped the rest of the
wine in my glass. Seconds later the door
opened, Libo paused in shock seeing us
stand there.

Me: Yhr, zifebe ndini!

Haaaa this is way beyond betrayal, the

anger in me right now is making me shake.
They looked very ridiculous because of
shock, I wonder bazoxoka bathini, when we
caught them red handed!

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MPENDULO LUGALO.
We all stood there looking at each other,
my eyes were specifically on my wife. Libo
was sweating, while Ayola was looking at
them with disgust and hatred.

Me: Amanda what is the meaning of this?

Ayola: Ubuza ukunya Mpendulo, can’t you

see!

Libo: Baby, mfazi wam it’s not what it looks

like-

Ayola screams cut him mid-sentence, she

threw her wine glass their way and they
both duck. She tried charging towards
them, but I quickly held her.
Me: Ayola, Ayola! Wait…remember we said
we going to handle this wisely?

Ayola: Tjuuu Mpendulo! I changed my

mind, ndithe ndiya ejele tonight!

Me: I won’t let this whores turn you into a

angry person, calm down and we will
handle lento nge ndlela.

Ayola: Mpendulo…I-

She pressed her lips together and looked

up, she quickly walked away after saying
she needs air to calm down. I looked at
Libo and my wife, Amanda was even
crying. Libo tried going after Ayola, but I
quickly grabbed his arm and stopped him.
Me: Ucinga uyaphi?

Libo: My wife needs me.

Me: Now you know you have a wife? She

doesn’t need you, hlalani apha and
continue fucking while I go and make Ayola
calm.

Amanda: Mpendulo-

Me: THULA WENA! Sies, I can’t even look

at you…

I clicked my tongue and walked away,

trying to find Ayola. I found standing by the
water fountain in their drive way, she looked
devasted.
Me: Ayola…

Ayola: Yazi ndibu hlungu, I did everything

for le ndoda and he does me like this?

Me: It’s okay-

Ayola: Mpendulo it’s not okay! I know you

are hurt as much as I am, qha wena since
uyi ndoda uyazi qinisa.

I swallowed and pulled her to my arms, she

sobbed and held on to me. I clenched my
jaws hugging her tightly while rubbing her
back, she was crying so painfully and that
kind of pained me.
Me: Cry all you want, ngoba when we go
back in there we will handle this with
maturity. With calmness…

Ayola: How can one handle such with

calmness? Mpendulo what’s-

Me: Look at me!

I held the sides of her face and made her

look at me. She did and I wiped her tears.

Me: If we handle this with anger, we won’t

get the answers we looking for.

Ayola: That is the thing, I’m filled with anger

not calmness.
Me: What can I do to make you calm down?

Ayola: Erase every memory I have with

Amanda and Libo, can you do lonto?

Me: I can’t…I wish I could, but andikwazi.

She gave me her back and shook her head,

I hugged her from behind and she cried.

Ayola: I’m done with Libo, I won’t be those

wives who give their husbands a second
chance after he cheated willingly. I won’t
settle for less mna, never!

Me: Okay, ndiyakuva.

Ayola: Futhi I don’t think I will spend the
night here, I’m glad my kids are at my
mother’s.

Me: I have a bachelor pad, I could always

take you there to spend the night.

Ayola: Enkosi, I would really appreciate

lonto.

She looked at me and wiped her tears, I

chuckled looking at her pulling her nose.
She giggled slapping my hand away…

Me: You calm now?

Ayola: No, but the sooner we deal with le

kaka…the better.
·
·
In the house we were all silently sitting in
the lounge, Ayola was drinking her wine like
water…uzonxila lo.

Ayola: So Amanda, I vent to you about my

husband cheating. Kanti wena you laughing
at my face, knowing that you having fucking
with him.

Amanda: I’m sorry, chomi please forgive

me.

Ayola: Andiyo chomi yakho, our friendship

broke the minute opened your legs for my
husband!

Me: Ulilela ntoni, Amanda?

Ayola: Uliliswa bubufebe!

She clicked her tongue and chugged her

wine, if she was sitting next to me I
would’ve grabbed that bottle of wine from
her hand.

Ayola: Wena Libo? Have nothing to say

about yonke lento, Mr. “Business
Meetings”…

Libo: It was just a once of thing.

Mpendulo: Once of thing? How

sarna…andithi you guys even do romantic
things, like picnic.
Amanda: That’s not true, it was our first
time-

Ayola: Yabona ubuxoki! Andivani nabo, lies

drives me crazy njee.

I passed my phone to Amanda, she was

shaking looking at the pictures I got from
my private investigator.

Amanda: Mpendulo-

Me: Hayi, hayi…I asked you if are you

cheating na? Wena wathini…you kept
manipulating me on how I once cheated on
you, and wena you nothing like me.

Amanda: Baby, uxolo.

She sobbed and I looked at her with so
much disgust, I get that nam I cheated on
her. But I never displayed Inathi in public,
never took Inathi to picnics and play happy
couple with her…it was just casual sex
something I regret even today.

Ayola: Hayi kaloku, the married man should

also open his mouth. Andithi you were able
to open your zip for her?

Libo: It meant nothing, I swear.

Ayola: You just saying that ngoba you have

been caught. So wena, you ditched your
own family for pussy?

Libo: Ayo, baby. Please forgive me.

Ayola: How long have this been going?
Your affair…

It went silent, now this is what frustrates

me…

Me: Ntoni ngoku ingathi sithetha sodwa?

Amanda: It has been going on for 6 months

now, Ayola uxolo for betraying you.

Ayola: You not sorry, Amanda. You

rejoicing ngoba I vented to you everyday,
you could’ve prevented le affair after seeing
my hurt but you went on with it.

Amanda: No, it’s not like that.

Ayola: What’s it like, huh?!

Amanda looked down shaking and silently

crying, while Libo sat there looking deep in
his thoughts. Ayola chuckled and put the
bottle of wine on the table…

Ayola: I will be back, make sure none of

these whores follow me, Mpendulo.

She stood up going to her room I guess, I

looked at these two and shook my head.

Me: Now that you avenged yourself

Amanda, where do you think this will take
us?
Amanda: We could always go to marriage
counseling.

Me: Ohhh…now we went to marriage

counseling after my cheating ways, but
naku ngoku silapha.

Amanda: Please Mpendulo, let’s do it for

our kids.

Me: You have kids wena? Same kids you

abandoned for dick, hayi sukunya Amanda.

Libo: Mfethu, I’m sorry for yonke lento-

Me: Wena thula, it’s taking everything in me

not to jump over this table and beat you into
pulp.
Ayola appeared carrying a sportsbag, Libo
stood up looking at her and she stopped
him from going near him.

Libo: Ayola uyaphi?

Ayola: I will not stay with a cheater. Libo, I

did everything for you. I was your typical
perfect wife, but wena you went and slept
with my best friend…such betrayal.

Libo: I will change baby, I wasn’t thinking

straight.

Ayola: Ohh you were thinking straight, the

fact that you also had the guts to fuck her
apha endlini ndikhona!
She sighed closing her eyes, she looked at
me.

Ayola: We can go-

Amanda: Where are you going with my

husband?

Ayola: Siyotyana for 6 months nathi, andithi

nifuna open marriage nina?

Libo: What are you talking about? Ayola

mamela, we can all fix this.

Ayola: Fix it ke nina, andizoba yi fool mna

and sit here and listen to your lies. You two
have no regrets, ngoba ndi sure if we didn’t
caught you guys affair yenu was still going
to be sailing. Let it not sink at our account
ke…

She walked out the house and Libo stood

there like a wet dog, while Amanda sobbed
and begged me to not go. I grabbed my car
keys and phone, she held my arm and I
pushed her on the couch then walked out. I
found Ayola standing near my car, drinking
from a bottle of wine.

Me: Ulinxila na ngoku?

Ayola: Yhuuu wena nantsika, yonke lento is

stressing.

Me: Careful don’t do alcohol abuse.

Ayola: Ngoku ingaske ndisele bar yonke.

Me: How about we go to a bar, before I
drive us to my bachelor pad?

Ayola: Yabona ke, now you talking.

I took the bag from her then put it in the car

trunk, Ayola got in the passenger seat as
soon as Amanda came running out of the
house. Libo was following her, I tried
removing Amanda as she held on to me
crying crocodile tears.

Me: Ndiyeke Amanda, ndifuna uhamba!

Amanda: We need to talk kakuhle, please.

Me: We’ll talk ngomso, for now I just want
to be away from you ngoba my anger is on
high levels.

Amanda: Baby, please-

Me: Yhey, yhey, yhey. Suka sisi.

I removed her and she dramatically fell with

her butt on the ground whipping, I walked
around to the drivers and chuckled getting
in. Libo stood there with hands in his
pocket, he looked very devasted and deep
in thoughts.

Me: Ready?

Ayola: Ewe, never thought there would be a

day the sight of Libo makes me disgusted.
Me: Although we didn’t get to ask as much,
ndi sure we will ask our spouse individually.

Ayola: I won’t talk about this again mna. I

won’t listen to him lie and try to manipulate
me, all I’m going to do is call my lawyer and
file for a divorce.

She clicked her tongue and scrolled

through her phone, I started the ignition and
drove out the yard. Our destiny was going
straight to the bar…

[2 HOURS LATER.]
We were drunk, but not that drunk ngoba
we are aware of what’s happening. We
were in my bachelor pad, sitting on the floor
drinking…
Ayola: Yhoo zange nda gowa kanje, yhuu
amadoda!

Me: Hayi wena lolly, they dribbled us sarna!

Ayola: Ndayazi ne dribbling, haibo ndiya

muruka Mpendulo!

Me: Simuruka together sweetheart, let us

muruka in peace…

Ayola: Cheers to that.

I clicked my whiskey bottle with her wine

bottle, then we shared a laugh because of
our stupidity.
Ayola: No but uzolala phi wena?

Me: Apha kwi couch.

Ayola: Do you have extra blankets apha?

Me: No, I don’t think so.

Ayola: We could always share the bed, I

mean inkulu so there will be distance
between.

Me: As long as you will be comfortable with

that.

I closed my eyes drinking my whiskey, shit

burns but at this point I cared less.
Ayola: Yhr no, ndinxilile ngoku.

Me: Ndikubona ngomane ufunda lama

gama akwi wine bottle yakho, unciye nyani.

Ayola: Kawume ndiyo chama, I will be back.

Me: Okay, zondifumana apha sweerie.

She stood up and I looked at her

gobsmacked as tripped and fell flat on the
floor again.

Ayola: Hhee azange yande hlela ke le!

Me: Uli geza wena!!

We burst out laughing and I helped her
stand up, I had to accompany her to the
bathroom. She clinged to my arm as we
stumbled to the bathroom, I gave her
privacy and waited for her outside as she
peed. I kept laughing listening to her
remixing all Ami Faku’s choruses, yayazi la
feeling when you drunk in the toilet and
singing yourself away.

Me: Hayi baku dudtheli, ntombo!

Ayola: Abafana the boys, kumane kuthi

shwii apha entlizweni.

I laughed leaning on the wall with my back,

yhey uphambene lo mntana moc. Seconds
later she was done and came out, I also
told her to wait for me as I took a piss.
Once I was done, I walked out only to find
Ayola with a piece of toilet paper wrapped
around her neck kneeling and silently
crying.

Me: Haibo, and then wena?

Ayola: Mpendulo yhoo, ndiyeke ndife in

peace torgo.

Me: Yhee marn, awuphilanga wena.

Ayola: Haaaa, Mpendulo ndiyeke ndilile in

peace torgoo haa!

She said crying with her mouth open, the

toilet paper was still around her neck. I
laughed looking at this woman, hayi alcohol
is not her size shame tshini ooAyola!
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[BONUS INSERT.]
AMANDA LUGALO.
I was very drained, I know what I did was
wrong but I just wanted to have a taste of
Libo. When I first met him, I always
imagined how he would handle me during
sex. And lucky for me he lusted me too, we
have been having our affair for 6 months
and I kind of enjoyed it.

Me: What are we going to do?

Libo: Undibuza ibhentse! I won’t lose my
wife mna, I guess whatever we had ends.

Me: I will miss you-

Libo: Amanda! Amanda! I won’t miss you

mna, ngoba you will be the reminder of my
wedding being wrecked !

Me: Ohh please, don’t act like you didn’t

enjoy me!

Libo: If you didn’t seduce me that day in my

office, we wouldn’t be here.

Me: So this is my fault! You couldn’t keep it

in your pants nawe, so it’s both our fault!
He stood up from the couch and paced up
and down, he is not the only one stressed
ngoba I might lose my husband too.
Mpendulo is my everything, just that uLibo
was my love affair and he is the submissive
type during sex and that is a turn on.

Me: Maybe we could lay low on our affair-

Libo: Uphambene! Do you think I want

anything to do with you? Lay low yobu
bhanxa…in fact hamba kwam!

Me: Libo please, I enjoy sex with you.

Libo: I enjoyed sex with you too, but ke that

came to an end when our spouses found
out about our dirty laundry.
Me: Libo, please…daddy.

I walked to him and tried kissing him, he

pushed me hard and I fell back on the
couch. He looked at me with so much
hatred…

Libo: You better pray to your God that my

wife don’t leave me, ngoba I will make you
suffer for the rest of your life. The minute I
come back downstairs, I want you gone
endlini yam!

He walked out of the lounge, I swallowed

and stood up fixing myself. I lost a good
friend, I just lost the guy who made me
come 5 times in a row and I might lose mu
loving husband. The fact that him and Ayola
left together to wherever, stresses me out.
She might taste my husband’s good dick, I
know they say “an eye for an eye” but she
shouldn’t do such. I walked out the house
feeling broken, I touched my stomach and
sent Libo a message.

My text: “Just wanted to let you know that

I’m a week pregnant, and I won’t abort this
baby ngoba I don’t believe abortion.”

I sent Libo the text and requested a uber,

andithi my husband left with Ayola nge
moto that we came with. 15 minutes later
the uber got here, I got in and sat at the
backseat silently crying. I stopped myself
from calling Ayola and telling her that her
husband made me pregnant, ngoba she
might tell Mpendulo and he will divorce me.

[FOLLOWING MORNING.]
I woke up with my face swollen because I
cried all night, Libo blue ticked my message
after I told him about my pregnancy. My
phone rang and I looked at the caller then
answered immediately.

Me: Libo, did you get my text about you

impregnating me?

Libo: I did, when did you find out?

Me: Not long ago, yazi ndi excited

somehow about this baby.

Libo: I won’t lose my wife because of you

and that bastard child you carrying!
Me: This is your child! Futhi you won’t have
to lose your wife, ngoba I will pin this kid on
my husband.

Libo: Ucinga ndimuncu ne?

Me: I never said so, you have my word.

He sighed over the phone and said I should

meet him in 2 hours at the apartment we
always hooked up in. I smiled happily
ngoba I might get some dick…
·
·
2 hours later I was wearing my short black
dress, I smiled and parked on the driveway
of the apartment before stepping out the car
and going in the house. Libo wasn’t here
yet, meaning he is still on his way I sat on
the couch wondering if is my marriage
worth this affair? Of course it’s not worth it,
but I have to tell Libo we have to be super
cautious about it this time since we will try
fixing our marriages with our partners.

I tried calling my husband, but his phone

went straight to voicemail. I tried calling
Ayola and her phone rang unanswered, I
felt pain in my heart wondering how many
rounds did they have. Mpendulo’s dick is
very addictive and Libo once told me Ayola
is a beast in bed, so inoba they were at it all
night and they still at it.

10 minutes later Libo got in holding a

McFlurry, I smiled and stood up giving him
a hug.
Me: I tried calling Ayola and Mpendulo, but
they not answering. Ndi sure they are
fucking wherever they are…

Libo: Would you blame them? Because we

started it, so why are you bothered.

Me: It’s bothering me ngoba-

Libo: I didn’t call you here for that, besides

my wife is not a betrayer…unlike you.

I looked at him sit on the couch, before

handing me the McFlurry. I smiled and ate
the McFlurry, he had his eyes on me.

Libo: Ndiyabona you have no ounce of

regert about this affair we had.
Me: I have regret Libo, ngoba Ayola is my
best friend.

Libo: Then why would you want to keep this

pregnancy?

Me: I don’t believe in abortion, I won’t kill

this baby ngoba when you fucked me
without a condom and came insde me you
knew the outcomes.

Libo: You told me you are preventing! And

futhi I always gave you morning afterpills!

Me: Those things are not hundred percent.

Futhi I told you to not fret ngoba, I will pin
this pregnancy on my husband.
Libo: I have to make a quick call, enjoy le
McFlurry yakho.

He said that and stood up walking out the

house to make a call, I sat on the couch like
a madam enjoying the McFlurry. Minutes
later Libo, came back in smiling from ear to
ear.

Libo: Imnandi ne?

Me: Imnandi and it’s a pity iyaphela, gosh

ngaske ndifumane enye.

Libo: Mmm I see…

Me: So I-
I felt this intense pain on my stomach, like
someone was cutting my intestines. I sat up
and Libo saf there all chilled smiling…

Me: Libo, I’m in pain.

Libo: You even sweating, just let it kick in.

Me: What are you talking about?

Libo: I had a doctor friend of mine, crush

some abortion pills for me. So I can put it in
your McFlurry, I did ke nyani and it seems
to be working.

Me: No, no Libo why?

I asked him letting my tears fall, I tried to
stand up but the pain wouldn’t let me, I
moaned in pain and felt the blood run down
my thighs.

Libo: I had to kill this bastard child, ngoba I

know very well you were going to use it
against me. I won’t let you be a thorn in my
life, we had sexual fun and that ended so
now I’m removing lo mntana ngoba he was
going to be a curse. A reminder of our
shamelessm affair…

Me: Libo, please ndi dizzy and in pain…

Libo: Good ngoba when you wake up, you

won’t be pregnant. My doctor friend is on
his way, he will clean you up so that you
won’t have complications with your womb
and blame me for that in the future.
I slowly closed my eyes, holding my
stomach crying and let unconsciousness
consume me.

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INSERT 172.
SIYAKHA NTOMBELE.
I giggled as Mahle, held my hand and
pulled me to the jewellery store.

Me: What’s all this excitement about? I

even had to abandon my paper work for
this.
Mahle: Baby, I can’t ruin the surprise haibo.

Me: Okay, wena and always getting me

jewellery…

Mahle: Ingxaki you deserve all the

diamonds in this world, baby.

We walked inside the jewellery store and he

spoke to one of the assistants, I smiled and
took a seat on the leather chair while Mahle
collected whatever from the counter. He
came back holding a black brand gift bag, I
smiled as he kneeled before me and
opened it.

Me: Wena nge drama, undijongisa

ngabantu ngoku…did you have to kneel?
Mahle: I will kneel before my woman mna,
andina kak naba.

Me: Suba rude tshini.

He chukled and took out a black diamond

wrist piece, with it’s matching earrings. He
helped me wear them and I kissed him as
thank, not caring about the people around
us.

Mahle: Yabona? Intle ne…

Me: Kakhulu, real diamonds baby.

Mahle: Phela thina asinxibi ama vovo,

andithi awulo vovo nawe?
Me: Andiyo fake bhabha, enkosi I love it.

Mahle: Anything for you, honey.

He kissed me before we stood up and

walked out the store, I was clinging to his
arm while we walked to the parking
chatting.
·
·
During lunchtime, my mother walked in my
office and my mood dropped immediately.
Visits from her are always not peaceful,
sometimes I wish she wasn’t my mother.

Me: Mama.

Mama: Siyakha, hello. Unjani?

Me: I’m awesome, wena?

Mama: Andikho right, we need to talk…

Me: Can’t we talk some other time? I’m kind

of swamped up with work.

Mama: I don’t care wethu, uyi CEO of this

company after all so sparing your mother
some few minutes won’t kill.

I sighed and looked at her as she sat down

opposite me, as always she was
overdressed like the real housewife she is.

Me: What is this you want to talk about?

Mama: I’m not happy that you not married
at this age, you don’t even have kids.

Me: I’m 27 years old, I still want to live my

life.

Mama: Bullshit! Your sister got married at

the age of 23, she already has 3 kids.

Me: Exactly I’m not her, I’m me.

Mama: My friend was hoping you could

marry her son, I mean they are rich and that
is good alliance to our family.

Me: Our family is already swimming in

money, akho need to add on top of our
riches.
Mama: If you don’t marry my friend’s son, I
am cutting you off my life.

Me: Do as you please, kakade you always

tried to control my life. But one thing you
should know, I’m not marrying anyone
except Mahle.

She laughed in disbelief and clapped once.

Mama: Ela gintsa lakho? He will marinate

your heart and don’t come to me for
comfort.

Me: I have a father and a sister to always

run to. Ohh and I have carrying friends,
wena all you ever did is depress me more.
Mama: You will regret this, from today on
you don’t have a mother!

Me: Okay, please leave my office.

She clicked her tongue and walked out

angry, I closed my eyes as she banged my
door shut. I opened them seconds later and
sighed leaning back on my chair, I have to
tell my father about what his wife is up to.

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EZILE FANATHI.
We back in South Africa, we just landed 30
minutes ago and we were waiting for
Akhona and Teddy to come and pick us up.
I had Junior in my arms, he was fast asleep
while Yondi carried Bullet, in his travel bag.

Me: Baby, you look tired.

Yondi: I am tired, ndifuna ulala and wake up

xa kuthande mna. But phi ke? Ngoba
funeke ndivuke early ngomso…

Me: You going to view your new house?

Yondi: That and more things like work,

khona an issue that I have to sort out with
one of the clients at my company.

Me: So while you haven’t moved in your

new house, ndicela ube uhlalisana nam.
Yondi: Okay, it will just be for a few days
while we all try to settle in.

Me: Yeah and I found a perfect créche for

our son, plus the little puppy will go to a
daycare.

Yondi: Daycare ye zinja?

She looked at me confused, I chuckled and

nod my head.

Me: Yeap, I managed to find a dog daycare

for Bullet. Ngoba we both won’t be able to
take him to work, and we won’t leave him
all alone in the house.

Yondi: I feel like you spoiling lenja too

much.
Me: That is our son’s firstborn, our first
grandson. Futhi don’t make like ndim
ndedwa who spoils Bullet, andithi you
bought him dog outfits few days ago?

She giggled and I smiled looking at her, I’m

the luckiest man kodwa. To have such
package, Yondi is everything a man
needs…

Me: Ndicela undiphuze?

Yondi: Ha.ana ke…

Me: Suqosha, iza.

I gently pulled her chin and gave her a
passionate kiss, we pulled out from the kiss
when we heard Teddy’s screams. Yondi
giggled as he jumped on her, they shared a
hug and Akhona hugged me too.

Teddy: Bitch look at you! You look tired

marn.

Yondi: Yhuu sarna, I am more than tired

chomi. Akhona, hey…

Akhona: Mafungwashe, ndicela hug noba

undiqumbele.

Yondi giggled and they shared a long hug, I

guess she is now cool with the gents again.
But Yondi is unpredictable, angavuka enga
thethi lonto. Teddy took the dog travelling
bag and looked at Bullet.

Teddy: And then? You guys have a

puppy…

Yondi: Yeap, his name is Bullet. And he

belongs to Junior…

Akhona: Where the hell did you get a Husky

puppy ?

Me: Junior got it as a gift from a girl

crushing on him at school.

Teddy: I don’t blame her, yi hunk

uJunior…yi charmer boy sarna.
We all shared a brief laugh and Teddy
carried Junior, while Akhona and I took the
luggage and Yondi was carrying Bullet
while pulling one suitecase. Yondi had to
give away most of her clothes to charity,
she even sold most of her furniture that was
in her house at Botswana ngoba she found
rentals to live there. Yondi is not just a
beauty, she is very smart and unenqondo
gqithi u’baby wam.
·
·
Akhona parked in front of my new house
and I smiled, thanks to him and Teddy I
managed to get this house.

Yondi: You bought a new house?

Me: Ewe baby, with the help of Teddy and
Akhona.

Teddy: And it’s fully furnished, Yondi ndithi

ine mali le ndoda yakho sarna.

We all laughed as he said that, we climbed

off the car and took the luggage from the
boot, before walking in the house. Once we
were in Akhona and Teddy stayed for a
while, they couldn’t stay for long because
they have work tomorrow and it’s
22:00pm…

Yondi: Yhuu taka Junior, ndidiniwe.

Me: Ndidiniwe nam, ngomso we should

take a tour of the house.
Yondi: Definitely, soloko ufumana izindlu
ezintle futhi.

We kept talking while walking to the main

bedroom, I took Junior to the room opposite
ours and made him sleep on the bed
making sure he is safe. I walked out the
room and went to the main bedroom again..

Me: Babey!

Yondi: I’m in the ensuite!

I smiled and walked to the ensuite, I found

her standing in front of the mirror fixing her
shower cap. I stood behind her and kissed
her neck, she giggled tilting her head.

Yondi: Ezile ke…

Me: Hmmm? I miss you.

Yondi: Ndilapha njena.

Me: I miss being buried inside you, awufuni

sityane?

Yondi: But ndidiniwe njena…

She softly moaned as I gently squeezed her

breast, I kissed her neck and turned her to
look at me.

Me: Just njee, one round baby wam.

Yondi: One round yakho, always turns into

more.
Me: Please torgo, I want to feel your
warmth and tightness.

I kissed the corner of her lips, before gently

grabbing her neck then we shared a intense
kiss and I picked her up walking out the
ensuite. I laid her on the bed and she
clenched her thighs as we tongue kissed,
she unbuttoned my shirt while I took off the
dress she was wearing.

Yondi: Just so you know, I’m not on

prevention.

Me: Akho ngxaki, we can always buy

morning after pills, asoze ndikutye ngee
condom mna.
She giggled and pulled me to kiss her, I
spread her legs open and got between
them taking off the unbuttoned shirt and
throwing it somewhere in the room. I move
my lips to her neck, going further down then
I slowly removed her thong with my teeth. I
smiled seeing her vagina glistening with her
wetness, I took her to muff town while
squeezing her breast with my one hand.
She moaned moving her waist until she
orgasm, I took off my pants and briefs off
then got on top of her. I held her left hand
on mine, as we shared a eye contact while I
rubbbed my dick up and down her wet slit.

Me: Ndiyaku thanda, baby wam.

Before she could reply, she moaned as I

pushed my dick slowly inside her, I groaned
at the magical sexual feeling. She bit her
lower lip, arching her back with her eyes
shut as I push further in deep.

Yondi: Aaaa, Guluva…

Me: Fuck, baby!

I grunt as I filled her tiny whole, I kissed her

thrusting half my dick in her. When she
least expected it, I shoved the rest of it in
she sucked my lower lips moaning and
scratched my back. I grunt letting my tears
fall, I missed being deep inside of her…

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INSERT 173.
YONDI MNDINI.
I’m happy to be back in South Africa, my
friends have been blowing up my phone
happy about my return but I assured them
once I’ve settled in we will definitely meet. I
just viewed the house I will be buying and I
love it, it’s very spacious and funeke
ndithenge furniture and make it very
homely.

Me: It looks like on of those Top Billing,

houses.

Rea: I know right, we could always view

other houses too if you want.

Me: No I’m in love with this one, everything

about it is perfect.
Rea: Plus you look like a very elegant lady,
I love your fashion sense.

Me: Thanks.

We went further on and she showed me

some other parts of the house, ayintle indlu
yam bethuna and I’m definitely paying it in
full price rhaa! I just hate the fact that there
is a swimming pool, ngoba I have a toddler
and I can’t imagine my son drowning but I
will make sure the glass door leading to the
pool is always secured and locked.
·
·
After the house viewing, I promiser to make
my payments before the day ends. I was
now on my way to my company, I want to
sort out the issue of my employee that was
physically harrased by a client. I quickly
made a phone call, connecting my phone to
the navigator.

Queen P: Please tell me you still coming?

Me: I am on my way there now, is

Thandeka in today?

Queen P: Yes she is.

Me: Okay, I’m driving okwa ngoku. Just

make sure that the client who harrased her
is there, ndifuna simnike refund yakhe
ngoba usile kaloku.

Queen P: Okay, will do darling.

I end the call and sighed stopping at the
traffick light, once the robots were open I
drove off playing some soft music and
singing along. Minutes later, I greet the
securities and drove to the parking lot. I
smiled looking at the many cars, tshini this
makes me happy bethuna and I can’t wait
to meet the new employees too. I climbed
out my car, taking my phone then locked it
walking in the building.

Everyone: SURPRISE!!!!!!!

I smiled in shock as all my employees

gathered
In the receptionist, ballons and gifts
everywhere.
Me: You guys! All this for me?

Queen P: All for you darling, welcome back!

Me: Niya phosisa, this was your excuse for

not wanting to work!

They all laughed and I smiled as each of

them hugged me, so many unfamiliar faces
and they were happy to finally meet me. I
welcome the new members of the team and
I answered some questions they asked.

[40 MINUTES LATER.]

Everyone was talking amongst each other,
some snacking on the food and can I say I
feel loved because everyone bared me with
a welcome back gift. I finally got a chance
to talk to Queen P, privately.
Me: Sthandwa, unjani? You look fabulous.

Queen P: And you look super fabulous, I’m

loving your outfit it screams millionaire!

Me: Aaaa look at me blushing.

Queen P: Botswana ibiku phethe kakuhle

moc, le glow sarna. Yhuu tell me how are
the men that side? Ndivile zi hot eza zinja
zangapha and they are too submissive.

Me: They are handsome wena mntase, but

kaloku mna ndi taken so bendingena xesha
labo.
He laughed and we kept catching up, I
asked about Thandeka and the client but he
said we’ll sort that out ngomso. Right now I
should just enjoy my welcome back party
and ke nam I agreed, ndi sure Queen P
came up with this welcome back party thing
ngoba he is the only one in Unity House
who knew about my return and when will it
be.

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AYOLA MSIMANGO.
I was with my mother and she hushed me
as I cried, I haven’t set foot in my house
since the day before yesterday when we
caught Amanda and my husband having
sex.
Me: Mama am I being selfish for wanting to
file for divorce?

Mama: No baby, if it’s something you

infinity percent sure you want. I will support
you…

Me: Yazi what hurts the most is that he had

the audacity to fuck her in our house, while
ndi khona.

Mama: This friend of yours, whag was she

thinking naye?

Me: Andazi mama, but I’m done with both

Amanda and Libo.

She kissed my forehead and sighed

hugging me tightly.
Mama: So where are you staying ngoku?

Me: Amanda’s husband offered me a stay

at his bachelor pad, and no he is not living
with me.

Mama: Good ngoba both you and

Amanda’s husband, should avenge Libo
and Amanda by fucking each other.

Me: You know I would never do that, I’m

worried about how will I tell the kids me and
their father is separating.

Mama: The kids will live with me and your

father for the time being, wena sort out
lento ye divorce and once it’s settle you will
tell the kids.
Me: Thank you mama, andazi what I would
be without you.

Mama: Anything for you, baby.

I stayed with her for a while, my father took

my kids to school and I’m glad ngoba I
didn’t want them to see me in this state.
·
·
I had to drive home to my house, just to
collect some more of my things. You must
be wondering whose car I’m using? It’s
mine ngoba Mpendulo had to ask one of his
guys to fetch it for me, I parked my car and
climbed off the car. As soon as I walked in
the house, Libo stood up and came to me.
Me: Don’t you dare come anywhere near
me!

Libo: Ayola, Ayola…wait-

Me: Hlukana nam marn! I’m here to take

some of my clothes and toiletry, I won’t be
living with a cheater mna.

Libo: Mfazi wam, can we talk ndiyakucela.

Me: I will not talk with you, you make me

sick.

He held my hand and I yanked it away, he

followed me begging as we walked to the
room.
Me: You disrespected our home, you
fucked her in our home ndikhona!

Libo: I shouldn’t have, please forgive me.

Me: Don’t cry ngoba you enjoyed your

affair, to the point where you abandoned
spending time with us to spending it with
Amanda! You even took her to romantic
picnics, ndi sure you were planning to take
her on a trip!

I opened my closet and took out my

clothes, then threw some of my clothes on
the suitecase opened on top of the bed. He
was standing there crying silently, and I
couldn’t care less! Minutes later I was
down, I pulled my suitecase downstairs and
he followed me like a lost puppy.
Me: Exxpect divorce papers soon-

Libo: No, no, no…Ayola andiyonto without

you.

Me: You were technically living without me,

when you weren’t spending time with me or
nights at home. So ke I’m setting you free,
jola noAmanda wakho in peace…mna I’m
filing for a divorce and not your or anyone
for that matter will convince me otherwise!

I pulled my suitecase and opened the door,

I chuckled looking at Amanda standing
there with swollen eyes.

Me: Hhhee came here for another round? I

was leaving anyways.
Amanda: Chomi, I came here for you. I’m
sorry for what happened, please forgive
me.

Me: To hell with you, Amanda! I hope you

and Libo will love each other freely, ngoba
I’m divorcing him. Wena you will live with
the regret of adding to a “homewrecker”
percentage, while lo ungu Libo will add to a
hoeing husband percentage. Suka, suka…

She tried holding me and I gave her a back

slap, she screamed in shock holding her
cheek.

Me: Sundibamba, nxxxx! Hule ndini, sies

awuna ntloni!
I pulled my suitecase to my car, just hope I
won’t be involved in any accident on my
way to Mpendulo’s bachelor pad ngoba the
anger in me is giving me anxiety. I saw
Amanda run to her car crying, while Libo
stood there like a wet and shameless dog. I
clicked my tongue and threw my suitecase
in the backseat, before getting in the driver
side and turned my key in the ignition then
reversed out the yard.

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EZILE FANATHI.
Later that day, I was making dinner with the
help of Junior. His mother wasn’t back yet
and ndi sure she was running late, she
called me saying she went to visit her
parents njee just to show that she is back. I
was wearing my sweatpants and nothing on
top, just a apron and I felt really sexy. I
listened to my son tell me about his first day
at his new créche…

Me: Junior, uthi wenzeni?

Luzelwande: Ndiphuze icherry apha,

emlomeni. Teacher wathi ndiyi love boy…

Me: Uyi “lover boy” not, love boy.

I laughed as he went on telling me how he

likes this girl, Yondi will go nuts if she hears
about this. Junior ingathi uzo thanda
amankazana, phof I don’t blame him ngoba
yihlo wakhe was once there. Qha I changed
ngoku ngoba I met my soulmate, Yondi
wam madoda.

[30 MINUTES LATER.]

I heard my woman’s voice, I found myself
blushing just by hearing her lovely voice.
She spoke to Junior in the lounge, then
seconds later I heard her heels clicking as
she appeared in the kitchen smiling at me.

Me: Baby wam, ndedwa jwii.

Yondi: Guluva, look at you. All sexy kule

apron, ndicela ukufota shem.

Me: Go ahead baby, all this sexiness is for

you. Andithi ndingowakho wedwa…
She giggled and she took a picture of me
while I stirred the pot. I blushed and shyed
away, she laughed before walking to me
and hugged me from behind.

Yondi: How was your day?

Me: It was good, I was busy apha endlini.

Yondi: Did you miss me? Ngoba I missed

you…

She kept leaving wet kisses on my bare

back, I quickly lowered the stove and turned
to look at her. She gave me lustful eyes and
sheesh! I stopped myself from fucking her
on the counter…
Me: I missed you baby, ngaske ndithi ncaa
kuwe 24/7.

Yondi: Nyani? If Junior was asleep, I was

going to fuck you. Ngoba you look so
yummy right now..

I groaned as she stroked my now hard dick,

over my sweatpants. Ohhb bawo wam,
undenzani lo mntana! She put her hand on
the back of my head and brought my face
closer to hers kissing me, she devoured my
lips and I found myself moaning at some
point. She sucked on my lower lip and
looked at me…

Yondi: I love you, tonight ndim nawe dyan.

Me: Hmm baby, hmmm! Ndikufuna ngoku
mna…

I spanked her ass and she giggled as I

pulled her closer, making her feel my
erection.

Yondi: Be patient, andithi we have a kid

ngoku. So funeke sibe cautious nge sexual
intercourse yethu…

Me: I know, kodwa ndizoku dlakaza tonight.

You will find yourself cancelling whatever
plans you had ngomso, ngoba ndizoku
krazula.

Yondi: Haaa ude undifungele?

I chuckled and kissed her, she deepened
the kiss clinging on to me. We pulled out
hearing Bullet bark, she smiled looking at
me.

Me: I love you, ndiyaku thanda marn mna

baby.

Yondi: Ndiyaku thanda nam.

She moved away from me and picked up

Bullet. She talked with him as she went to
the cabinet to get him a treat, I looked at
her behind and bit my lower lip. Yhuuu hayi
u’sexy lo mntana, rhaaa I would kill anyone
who would try their luck on my woman.

A while later, I dished up for me and my

mini family. They showed up as I set the
dinner table, Junior just had his tubby time
and he smelled good as always. I guess
they also gave Bullet a night bath, because
you could smell his Lavender fragrance
from here. Important into yoba nenja enuka
kamnandi, it’s very compulsory for a dog to
be taught of the basics of routine care and
hygiene.

Me: Umfakile eye care yakhe uBullet?

Yondi: No, I didn’t ngoba andazi uyibeke

phi.

Me: Ndizomfaka, Bullet has to always take

his eye care. Iyonyanyisa inja ene ntonga.

She nod and sanitized her hands, before

taking a seat next to Junior. I smiled looking
at my beautiful mini family, Yondi blushed
and covered her face as I looked at her. I
also had to give Bullet his night puppy
meal, before he throws a puppy tantrum on
us. We all dined together, happily and
peacefully like always.
·
·
Later that night Yondi and I were at it, we
were making love to be specific and girl
was riding me like a stallion. I curling my
toes because if the intensifying pleasure, I
pulled her to lay on my chest and fucked
her as I laid under her. Her moans hyping
me up, I felt myself about to cum…

Me: Fuck baby…I’m cuming!

I groaned harder and cummed deep inside
her, she moaned softly and laid next to me,
both of us breathing heavily.

Me: Uyakwazi uncwinisa indoda, Yondi.

Yondi: Indoda yam. Ndiyozela ke shem

mna…

Me: Hayi njani? Dyan isafuna more rounds.

I got on top of her and kissed her then slid

my brick hard dick in her, biting and sucking
on her neck. I grunt and she moaned softly
as I filled her tiny hole with my dick
thrusting in and out her. I hooked my arms
with her legs then picked her up, walking to
the sliding door that led to the balcony. The
night breeze hit our skins as we step in the
balcony…

I fucked her in the middle of the balcony,

the stars and moonlight shining down on
us. She tap my shoulder and got off me, I
watched her and followed behind her as
walked to the balcony bars. She placed her
one leg over the bar and slightly bend for
me, exposing her pussy. Freaky lo mntana!
I smiled biting my lower lip and positioned
myself behind her, I curved my back and
drilled her pussy gripping on her waist. We
both moaned at the pleasure as I kept
thrusting in her, I spanked her ass and she
flexibly moved her waist following my lead
as I gave it to her hard.

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×××
YONDI MNDINI.
I woke up and touched my burning and
swollen vagina, I’m definitely not going to
work today as Ezile predicted. I climbed off
the bed after giving my sleeping man a kiss,
then walked to the ensuite to wash my face
and brush my face…I chuckled tracing my
fingers over the lovebites on my neck.
Minutes later, I walked out the ensuite and
went to Juniors room he was already up
waiting for me to get him ready for school.

Me: Morning, baby.

Luzelwande: Morning, mama. I can’t wait to

go to school…

Me: Made friends already?

Luzelwande: Yandazi mna, I am good at
making friends.

I kissed his lips and picked him up, walking

to the bathroom to bath him. He really
looked excited about going to school, he
told me about the girl he kissed and I
chuckled in disbelief. When I was done with
his hygiene routine, he chose his own outfit
which was a Black Jean, Black Armani long
sleeve turtleneck and his black puffer
jacket…

Me: Do you have to wear all black?

Luzelwande: It’s my favourite colour, you

know njena.
Me: Okay, which shoes are you going to
wear?

Luzelwande: This one…

Me: Okay ke, but definitely no jewellery at

school.

Luzelwande: But I have to wear my nobs,

remember?

Me: Just your silver ear nobs, no watch or

necklace Junior.

Luzelwande: Okay.

He kissed my cheek as I dressed him up,

he asked me to take a few pictures of him. I
still feel like he should cut his hair, but
lomntu doesn’t want to.
·
·
Ezile took Junior to school, I was left all
alone in the house feeling lazy. I
remembered the morning afterpills… I
quickly called Ezile and told him to pass by
the chemist and get those afterpills.

A while later Ezile walked in carrying a

Woolies plastic bag and a small brown
paperbag, I smiled looking at him and he
kissed me.

Ezile: Baby wam, uziva njani?

Me: Tired, ziphi ezi morning afters?

Ezile: Nazi…

He gave me the small paperbag and I took

the pills and walked to the kitchen to get a
bottle of water, I drank the pills then walked
back to the lounge.

Me: Haibo, are we having a indoor picnic?

Ezile: Ewe baby, andithi we all alone so it’s

our time to bond.

Me: Mmmm, okay.

I smiled and helped him lay the throw on

the floor at the lounge, we set up our mini
picnic and enjoyed ourselves.
[2 HOURS LATER.]
We were cuddling playing with each others
fingers, I was laying so comfortably on his
chest.

Ezile: So baby, I’m planning on meeting

your father ngomso.

Me: Ohh. Go for it, just pray he doesn’t

panel beat you a bit.

Ezile: He won’t, taima lakho liyandi thanda.

Me: Hhee wena, uzoba shocked ke kanti

usa thetha lonto.
Ezile: On a serious note, I want me and him
to talk things through. Ngoba I’m planning
on paying dowry for you…

I sat up and looked at him, he looked at me

with a serious face.

Me: You serious?

Ezile: Ewe, ndi serious baby wam.

He sat up and held my hands, kissing them

and looked at me straight in the eye. My
heart was racing, the fuck is this guy doing
to me?

Ezile: Ndi serious ngawe Yondi, ever since

you came into my life you changed me into
a better man. I never thought I would love
anyone except myself, until you came
along…

He caressed my cheek and I smiled

tearfully.

Ezile: You changed that, I never thought

anyone could love me unconditionally with
all my flaws. You the best thing that ever
happened to me, ndiphilelela wena Yondi
Mndini…

He let his tears fall, I sniffed and wiped his

tears feeling emotional.

Me: You have no idea how you make me

feel Ezile, ndiku thanda with every single
cell in my body…
Ezile: Ndithanda wena baby, and ndizoku
thanda until I die. And if there is life after
death…I will love you then too.

We were both crying, I couldn’t even talk

because of emotions. He pulled me on top
of him to straddle his lap, then we shared a
kiss full of emotions. I really love lo bhuti,
he makes it easy for me to love him and I
would choose him over and over again.

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THINA SODLAKA(MAMVULANE.)
I am at my peaceful erra, never thought
God would change my life for the better but
here we are. I was once married to my first
ever love, Mxolisi Sodlaka until he changed
on me and left me for the better when he
became rich. I told myself I will let him be
ngoba it’s his life after all, as long as I had
my daughter by my side. You must me
wondering why I’m still using “Sodlaka” as
my surname, well I never got the chance to
divorce Mxolisi because I was dealing with
metal issues. It surprises me why he hasn’t
filed for a divorce, ngoba he should’ve but
he never did.

Nozibele really made me proud, even if I

die I will die proud ngoba she is now
independent and married expecting her first
kid. I will forever be grateful to those 2
journalists, if it wasn’t for them ndi sure we
would be still living in poverty.
Gloria: Mamvulane, someone is here to see
you.

Me: Ngubani lowo?

Gloria: Uthi ungu Sbusiso Dani.

Me: Tell him ndiyeza.

She gave me a smile and nod, I sighed and

put the hose pipe down and took of the
garden gloves I was wearing. Before
walking to attend my unexpected visitor, I
found him seated on the couch.

Sbusiso: Mamvulane, omhle.

Me: Hello, unjani?

Sbusiso: Ndiziva kamnandi, now that I’m
seeing your beautiful face.

I looked away blushing. Sbusiso is the man

I told my daughter about, he offered to help
me with filing divorce…he claimed one of
his son’s is a Lawyer and he will ask him. I
wonder how much they will charge me?

Me: Ufuna ntoni apha?

Sbusiso: Ndicela sithi shwii…I would live to

take you out for lunch.

Me: Sbusiso-
Sbusiso: Please Thina, ndiya thembisa I will
take care of you.

He stood in front of me and held my hands,

I blinked rapidly and smiled.

Me: Okay ke, let me go and change.

Sbusiso: Umhle njena, ngoku unje.

Me: Sundi bhanxa.

He kissed my hand and I blushed walking

to my room, leaving him in the lounge
obviously. I sighed wondering on what to
wear…I took a knee length maroon leather
skirt, white blouse and some black strap
heels. I didn’t worry about doing my hair
because my afro is always clean and in a I
had it in a neat bun. I wore my clothes,
wondering why would a handsome man like
Sbusiso take me out for lunch? Sbusiso is
60 years old and very handsome, he is dark
skinned and he has a very sexy grey beard
with a bald head.

I finally got done dressing up, Gloria

popped her head in my she got in and
squealed excitedly.

Me: Ndimhle?

Gloria: Very beautiful, awuzo faka lipstick?

Me: I don’t own a lipstick, and no ndizofaka

Vaseline.
Gloria: Hayi shlobo, no at least ke faka
lipgloss.

Me: I feel like impundu and hips zam zivele

kakhulu kule skirt, maybe I should change
shlobo.

Gloria: Nonsense! Umhle and umzimba

wakho is perfect, you lucky to have
lomzimba at your age. Jonga mna ndine
shwapa…

She showed me her ass and I giggled,

Gloria is my helper and we are the same
age and I consider her as a sister I’ve never
had.
Gloria: Edward is also taking me out for
dinner tonight, yabona soyi 2 izinto ziyasi
khanyela?

Me: Hayi Gloria, Edward is your husband

and Sbusiso is a stranger I happened to
meet.

Gloria: Kodwa le stranger ikwenza u’blushe,

umhle Mamvulane and you should give love
a chance again.

Me: I’m old for umjolo, ndina 56 years old.

Gloria: Hayisuka ayithethi lonto, ndi sure

you miss ulalwa yi ndoda. Inoba ulilo ne
virgin ngoku…
We shared a laugh and she helped me with
a few touch ups, I smiled looking at myself
in the mirror before walking out the room
with my purse that had my wallet and other
necessary things. As soon as Sbusiso saw
me, he stood up looking at me like he is
mesmerized.

Sbusiso: Mamvulane, awumhle.

Me: Enkosi. Am I not overdressed?

Sbusiso: No, no…you look perfect, may I?

I nod and took his hand as he offered me to

take it, he kissed my hand smiling before
we walked out the house. My heels clicking
on the ground, I never thought I would be
into heels but surprisingly they are one of
my favourite things. Nozibele always buys
me a pair of heels, whenever we go to the
mall together.

[AT THE RESTURANT.]

We were seated in this expensive looking
resturant, eating and talking. Both of us
were having juice as something to drink,
ngoba we don’t drink alcohol.

Sbusiso: So Mamvulane, given the

opportunity to love again would you love?

Me: Andazi, andisa kholelwa ku thando

mna. The only person I love is my daughter.

Sbusiso: You fear that enye indoda enoku

thanda, ingaku shiya njee ngo Mxolisi?
Me: Ewe, I just want to live in peace.
Ndidlule kubuhlungu obunintsi…

I started to tell him about how I miraculously

got mentally ill and how I found out,
someone was actually causing that to me. I
told him all about my sadness and struggles
throughout the past years and he listened
to me attentively.

Sbusiso: I’m happy you are happy ngoku.

Mostly I am sorry you had to go through all
those difficulties to get your happiness and
peace.

Me: It is all well, kuthiwa let bygones be

bygones.
Sbusiso: I told you the other day about how
I also lost my wife, 10 years ago moc?

Me: You did, I’m sorry about that.

Sbusiso: Ever since wasweleka umfazi

wam, I never found interest in women.

Me: You found interest in men?

He laughed looking at me, I smiled looking

at his perfect aligned teeth.

Sbusiso: No, andinothi ndiyi ndoda

ndibawele enye indoda.

Me: Uxolo, I was just assuming.

Sbusiso: It’s okay.

Me: Ndicela ubuza something personal?

Sbusiso: Okay.

Me: So wathi you have been single for 10

years, uyi ndoda and indoda has sexual
needs. Ubusenza njani?

He chuckled and held my hand over the

table.

Sbusiso: I will be honest with you. Like any

men, bendine one nightstands.

Me: Haaa, like omarosha?

Sbusiso: No Thina, like amankazana afuna
utyiwa…but only aba bazijula kum. But I
stopped lonto 5 years ago, from then I lived
with masturbating.

Me: Andazi yintoni leyo, but okay.

He laughed looking at me, andazi what is

“masturbating” nyani ndizobuza ku Gloria
ngomso.

Sbusiso: Uyathandeka Mamvulane, zange

ndabona umntu omhle njee ngawe.

Me: Enkosi, nawe u’handsome.

Sbusiso: Ndiyazama, hayi nonyana bam

bayandizama.
Me: I guess abantwana bangoku, bafuna
usifaka kwezi fashion zabo.

We shared a laugh and continued talking,

enjoying our night. An hour later he drove
me home, upon our arrival a Mercedes-
Benz was parked there and Gloria was
talking with this male figure looking angry.

Sbusiso: Kwenzeka ntoni?

Me: Andazi, but zange ndambona enje

uGloria.

I climbed out the car and my heart raced as

I got closer to them, Gloria came to me and
held my hand looking at me worried.
Me: Ufuna ntoni apha, Mxolisi?

Gloria: Uxolo shlobo, I tried to chase him

away but akafuni.

Me: It’s okay. Ufuna ntoni apha, Mxolisi?

After so many years?

Mxolisi: Mamvulane, ndizobona wena and

intombi yethu.

I chuckled in disbelief, just then Sbusiso

stood next to me pointing Mxolisi with a
gun. Mxolisi also took out his and pointed
Sbusiso with a gun, I was way beyond
freaked out and so was Gloria.

Sbusiso: Andikwazi nja, but ndivile ngawe

so hamba apha you not needed.
Mxolisi: Nam andikwazi, and awuna right to
disturb me ndithetha nomfazi wam!

A gunshot fired and I amost peed on myself

because of shock, I covered my ears and
eyes for a second. When I opened them
Mxolisi was groaning holding his wrist, his
gun was on the floor and Sbusiso still had
his on his hand.

Me: Gloria…

I kneeled down next to her and tried waking

her up, she was still breathing but I think
she fainted due to shock. What the hell
does Mxolisi want here? After so many
years kungona ezazi unomfazi ongu
Mamvulane and a daughter…he better not
be a problem in our lives ngoba we are
happy, I will make sure he stays the hell
away from us.

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THINA SODLAKA(MAMVULANE)
I looked at Sbusiso, he didn’t seem angry
but calm as ever. He punched Mxolisi on
his nose, I quickly stood up and stopped
him.

Me: Sbusiso, myeke andifuni ubanjwe for

lomntu.
Sbusiso: I don’t mind going to jail, for ulwela
wena Thina.

Me: Sbu listen, please help me get Gloria in

the house.

He sighed and looked at me, I turned to

Mxolisi and looked at him.

Me: Ndicela uhambe kwam, andazi

uyifumene njani address yam but mna and
Nozibele don’t need you. Go to your wife
and continue with your life without us,
hamba apha.

I kicked his gun towards him, he groaned

getting up after taking his gun. We watch
him get in his car and drive out the yard, I
sighed in relief and turned to look at
Sbusiso.

Me: Please don’t enter my house with lo

gun, andifuni uphinda ndiyibone.

Sbusiso: Uxolo, Mamvulane omhle. I

promise asoze uphinde uyibone…

He walked to his car and put his gun in it,

then came back and carried Gloria in the
house. We laid her comfortably on the
couch and I quickly got a glass of water, I
sprinkled the water on her face and slapped
her lightly. She gasped waking up looking
around confused.

Me: Shlobo, shlobo…uziva njani?

Gloria: Ndifike njani apha?

Me: Sbusiso carried you.

Gloria: Uright wena?

She quickly gave me a hug and I smiled,

Sbusiso was sitting there all quiet watching
us.

Me: Ndiright, uziva njani?

Gloria: I’m shocked, andivani ne gunshots.

Sbusiso: Ndiyaxolisa ukoyikisa, I had to do

what I did.
Gloria: Akho ngxaki as long as, nothing
happened to Mamvulane. Andazi ebefuna
ntoni apha uMxolisi…

Me: I hope akazo phinde abuye, ngoba

ndizomfakela protection order.

I looked at Sbu and he gave me a smile, I

wonder why does he own a gun?

Me: Gloria, ndizo thetha noSbusiso

phandle.

Gloria: Okay, mna ndizo founela umnyeni

wam and cancel le dinner.

Me: No, no…hamba uyotya dinner nendoda

yakho, I will be fine.
Gloria: He won’t mind-

Sbusiso: Subana worry, Thina will

sleepover at my house.

Me: What?

Sbusiso: Iza masambe siyo thetha…

He stood up and offered me to take his

hand, I sighed and took it. Gloria smiled
mischievously as Sbusiso and I walked out
hand in hand..

Me: Sbusiso, andizo lala kwakho.

Sbusiso: Ndiyaku cela. Andithi you want
Gloria to go to dinner with her husband?
Nam I won’t let you sleep the night alone
apha after your long lost husband was here.

Me: Fine, I’m only agreeing ngoba I want

Gloria to enjoy her time with her husband.

Sbusiso: Wena awuyifuni indoda?

Me: Ha.a marn, Sbu.

He chuckled pulling me in for a hug, he

kissed my neck and we pulled out the hug
before going back in the house. Gloria told
me her husband was minutes away, she
collected the things she will need and I also
went to pack a overnight back. I have never
thought at this age I would sleepover at a
man’s house, tjuu hayi sarna I feel like a
teenager all of the sudden.
·
·
A while later we were at Sbusiso’s house,
he has a very lovely home and inkulu indlu
yakhe.

Me: Don’t tell me you live alone in such big

house?

Sbusiso: Ndihlala ndedwa nangoku, but

soon all that will change.

Me: What will change it?

Sbusiso: I have a certain woman, I recently

met and ndifuna umenza umfazi wam.
Me: That is great, I mean you deserve love
after all.

Sbusiso: True that.

Me: So ndizolala phi?

Sbusiso: Apha kwi sfuba sam.

I looked at him and he chuckled, yhuu

sarna he is making me nervous. Imagine
njee, it’s been years I haven’t shared a bed
with man.

Me: No, you joking andithi?

Sbusiso: I’m not, we won’t do anything I
promise. I just want to hold you in my
arms…

Me: Eish andazi marn, it’s been years since

I haven’t shared a bed with a man. I’m
nervous about yonke lento…

Sbusiso: As soon as uthi ncaa esufubeni

sam, zizo phela zonke nerves zakho.
Please Thina…

He held my waist, the butterflies in my

stomach were flapping sarna. I gave him a
small smile and nod, he hugged me and
spined me around. I wonder andisindi na?
Because I’m thick, but hayi wethu I didn’t
send him to spin me around nam.
[3 HOURS LATER.]
We were laying on his bed, it’s very big and
very comfortable and it smells good in his
room, more like him. My head was on his
bare chest, while he kept gently caressing
the side on my face. I giggled closing my
eyes…

Sbusiso: Yintoni?

Me: Is it weird that ndi feel.a as a teenager?

Sbusiso: Why do you say so?

Me: Ngoba at my age, here I am sleeping

with a man I barely know in his bed.

Sbusiso: Get used to it, Mamvulane.

Me: Uthetha ukuthini kengoku?

Sbusiso: All will be revealed xa ixesha li

right, I love how you smell.

Me: I also love my smell, this is my

favourite perfume.

Sbusiso: Mmmm ngaske sihlale sinje, it’s

very comfortable.

I smiled and closed my eyes, dosing off. I

felt him kiss the top of my head as I let
sleep overpower me.
·
·
In the morning, Sbusiso woke me up with
breakfast in bed and I thanked him.

Me: This bacon taste perfect.

Sbusiso: Imnandi ne? I went all out for you,

ndenze sure uba I make no mistakes kule
breakfast.

Me: I appreciate the effort, wena utye nini?

Sbusiso: I always drink a shake ekseni, just

njee to keep healthy.

Me: Okay…

Sbusiso: Ndicela uku feed.a?

Me: Sbu…

I blushed as he took the tray and placed it

on his lap, then he started to feed me. I
kept blushing as he sang some love song to
me, this one is up to something ndiyabona.
Mamvulane don’t fall for his trap, amadoda
are very dangerous. After I was done eating
breakfast he gave me space to take a bath
or shower, I decided on taking a shower.

Some while later, I was done with mu

morning routine. I was wearing my floral
dress, Sbusiso walked in the room and
smiled looking at me.

Me: Hey, again.

Sbusiso: Hey, Mamvulane omhle.

He stood behind me, I watch him untie my
afro and it fell on my shoulders.

Sbusiso: My very own, Pearl Thusi.

Me: Ndingu Pearl Thusi, ngenxa ye afro

yam ende?

Sbusiso: Ewe and umhle worse xa ungayi

tswebanga.

He came closer to me, my heart raced as I

felt his hard penis on my butt. He removed
my afro out of the way and kissed my neck,
before hugging me from behind.

Sbusiso: My son is here, the lawyer one.

Me: Nyani?

Sbusiso: Ewe, uthi he would like to meet

you.

Me: Okay, yhuu Lawyers tend to be very

intimidating.

Sbusiso: Ndayazi, but he is not like them.

I turned to look at him and smiled, I found

myself kissing his cheek and he smiled.

Me: Thank you, for all that you’ve done. I’m

happy we met at the mall that day, and I
told you about my past.
Sbusiso: I just want you to be happy, umhle
gqithi to be miserable. So le divorce might
be the first step to your happiness…

Me: You right and I can’t wait, Nozibele will

be so happy to hear about this.

Sbusiso: Your daughter seems like a

humble person, I would like to meet her
someday.

Me: You will meet her, she is my everything

and my only love.

I smiled thoughtfully thinking about, my

daughter. I thank God for her always, she
deserves all the good things happening in
her life.
Me: Okay, let’s go and meet the lawyer.

Sbusiso: Let’s go, my lady.

He did a little bow and held out his hand for

me to take, I blushed taking it and we
walked out the room. Sbusiso is such a
gentleman, ndi sure whoever it is he will
love in the future will be the luckiest
woman. I finally met his son, igama lakhe
ngu Luyanda and he is such a gentleman
like his father.

Luyanda: So mams, my father tells me that

you want to file for a divorce?

Me: Ewe yinyani leyo, Mxolisi Sodlaka my

ex husband left me years ago for another
woman. I want nothing of his though, I just
want to be free from the Sodlaka surname.

Luyanda: Subana worry ma, I will be with

ypu every step of the way kule process ye
divorce.

I thanked him smiling, he explained to me

what we were going to need. Sbusiso was
sitting next to me on the couch, holding my
hand and silently listening. His son looked
like those serious Lawyers, the ones who
means business and I don’t know how to
thank them with this.

[MINUTES LATER.]
Luyanda left and I looked at Sbusiso
smiling, he kissed my hand looking at me.
Me: Enkosi, you and your son will forever
be in my prayers.

Sbusiso: Can you thank me with one little

thing?

Me: What is that?

Sbusiso: Dance with me…

Me: What?

I looked at him and he chuckled standing

up, he walked to the speaker and walked to
this big single speaker near the pot plant.
He switched it on and connected his phone
to it, he played “Luther Vandross ft Mariah
Carey- Endless Love” one of my favourite
songs. I smiled as he helped me up and
pulled me to him, we stared at each other
dancing as the song played in the
background. I found myself singing and he
sang with me smiling, one thing about me
I’m very confident about my singing.

Sbusiso: Are you happy?

Me: I’ve been at my happiest.

Sbusiso: Good ngoba, I want you to be

happy always.

I blushed and he did a little spin with me,

his hand on my waist made me feel some
weird feeling as we dance. Hayi
Mamvulane, awumdala for uziva kanje nge
ndoda! He brought his face closer to mine
and kissed my lips, my heart was racing as
I kissed him back. The only man I’ve ever
kissed was Mxolisi, and that was years ago
so this feels foreign to me but it was very
enjoyable. Maka Nozibele, uli hulekazi elina
56 years old.

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INSERT 177.
AYOLA MSIMANGO.
I managed to get an apartment for myself,
but they told me it will only be available in a
weeks time. So I told them that as soon as
it is available, they should please send me
an email.
Me: You know Mpendulo, akho need for
you to come here everyday and check on
me.

Mpendulo: Well I’m just running away from

Amanda, andazi but she annoys me.

Me: Doesn’t change the fact that she is

your wife.

Mpendulo: Soon to be ex wife. I spoke to

my lawyer this morning, he promised to
process some divorce papers for me.

Me: Mna, I will only talk to mine when I’m

not feeling this void inside me. I don’t want
it to be like I’m doing things out of anger,
but I’m definitely divorce Libo.
Mpendulo: So tell me, the other night…what
were you hoping to achieve killing yourself
nge toilet paper?

We laughed as we spoke about that night, I

guess alcohol is not for me ngoba I do
crazy things. My feet were aching so
Mpendulo offered to give me a foot rub, he
really has magical hands.

Me: Maybe I should pay you and make you

my personal foot massager.

Mpendulo: Imagine the money I would

make, yhuu is too much.

I giggled and looked at him, he also looked

at me smiling.
Me: Do you somehow blame yourself for
what your wife did?

Mpendulo: Ewe. But I feel like she

should’ve prevented it from happening, we
went for marriage counseling after my
cheating ways and she assured me that the
counceling helped. Kanti she was planning
to avenge me, icacile moc she will cheat
again in the future when she feels like it.

Me: Don’t blame yourself marn. You past

that cheating phase, so akho need yoba uzi
blame.

Mpendulo: Why don’t you forgive uLibo?

Me: I won’t forgive umntu who betrayed me,

I hate betrayal with everything in me.
Mpendulo: I can only imagine how you feel,
but I have to say you handling this like a
pro.

Me: I’m just trying to be as calm as ever,

and not be a sconed woman.

He chuckled and tickled my feet, I laughed

because I’m such a ticklish human. He
didn’t stopped so I threw myself off the
couch, falling on the floor and he laughed
out loud making me laugh.

Me: Mpendulo marn, I hate being tickled

wena!

Mpendulo: Ngoku uwela ntoni? Hayi

subane drama tshini.
I stood up and sat up straight on the chair, I
will never trust him when it comes to foot
rubs again. Andithi yena foot rubs zakhe
has a combo of tickling, nxaa marn.
·
·
Later that night, I was on a phone call with
my kids and I missed them so much. They
told me how they are enjoying their stay at
my mother’s, a knock came through the
door.

Me: Look babies, mama will call you

tomorrow ne?

Them: Okay mama, we love you.

Me: I love you way more.

They blew air kisses and so did I, arrg my
kids are my happiness. I end the call and
walked to open the door, Mpendulo stood
there and I looked at him.

Me: Mpendulo?

Mpendulo: Can I come in?

Me: You didn’t have to ask, you the owner

of this place after all.

I walked in leaving him close the door, I

cussed underneath my breath remembering
I’m wearing thee shortest night dress and
no panty.
Me: Uhmmm, is everything okay?

Next thing I know he is pinning me on the

wall kissing me, I kissed him back being
lost in the moment because his kiss alone
makes someone be in a trance.

Me: Mpendulo, wait…we can’t do this.

Mpendulo: What is stopping us?

Me: I…

I moaned feeling his fingers play with my

clit, I pulled his face to mine and tongue
kissed him. He picked me up walking to the
couch, he laid me on it and went down on
me…my heart raced as his tongue met my
now wet vagina. I moaned arching my back,
God the feeling was unexplainable njee.

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YONDI MNDINI.
Friday morning I was on a confrence call
with my friends, planning on going out
tonight. They wanted to give me a lit
welcome and I’m glad Maka Ezile, asked
Junior to visit her this weekend. The
doorbell rang and I bid goodbyes to my
friends, I stood up going to open the door.

Me: Hey.

Delivery guy: Hi, I’m looking for Ms.

Mndini…
Me: That’s me, I have been expecting this
delivery.

I excitedly took the clipboard and signed

where needed, before thanking him and
taking the box from him. This is delievery
actually belongs to Bullet, I ordered some
dog communication buttons while at
Botswana. So when we got here, I had to
change the delievery adress and ask them
to bring it this side.

I had to get these dog communication

buttons, so that we can train Bullet to
communicate with them while he is still a
puppy. I believe he will catch up quick
because he still has a fresh brain. We
already taught him how to pee and poop on
his dog pad, and maybe he will also learn
fast how to communicate with us through
these buttons…

Ezile chuckled coming from his study, I’m

sure my excitement is evident.

Ezile: Is that the communication buttons,

baby?

Me: Ewe yhuu, andisavuyi. Uphi uBullet, he

has to see his new device.

Ezile: Ndi sure he is somewhere around the

house….

He helped me set up the device, I love the

fact that it came with it’s mat where you put
the button on each hole on it. We fooled
around playing with it, just to test if all the
buttons worked.

Ezile: Let me go and find our little pup,

Junior will also be excited once abone le
weii.

Me: Pity he is at school, but uzoyibona

once he gets back.

He kissed me before standing up to search

for Bullet, I really love the device because it
has clear good communication. It doesn’t
say full sentence, just basic word like
“Hello” and all that…seconds later Ezile
came running with bullet running after him
barking.

Me: Bullet, jonga sikuthengele ntoni.

Ezile: Iza kwedini, izofunda…

We tried being patient and showed Bullet,

how to use his communication buttons. He
stood opposite us wiggling his tail with his
tongue out, watching in aware.

Me: Iza Bullet, try using it.

Ezile: Yeah, tell us what you want…

Bullet barked and pressed the “Treat”

button, we laughed as he kept pressing it
then look at Ezile. We laughed ngoba he
probably wants a treat nyani. Ezile gave me
a peck and up going to the kitchen to get
Bullet a treat, seconds later Ezile came
back and Bullet did a little run in excitement
making as chuckle. He finally sat down
impatiently waiting for his treat…

Me: Bullet iza, press the “Thank you”

button.

I pointed to the button and he quickly

pressed it barking, he looked at Ezile
waiting for his treat you could tell he was
impatient shame.

Me: Haa Ezile, why are you taking so long?

Ezile: Uzoyi tefisa lenja, sthandwa sam.

Me: Vele njena, he is still a baby.

Ezile: Yii Husky dog le, suppose uba
inodlame. Do you know me and the gents
fed him a dead scorpion this other morning,
before I took him to his daycare? Junior
also told me to feed it a spider while we
were still in, Botswana.

Me: What?

Ezile: Ewe, baby. Don’t worry it won’t make

him sick, but izomenza bukhali asifuni nja
enyabileyo thina.

I sulked and looked at Bullet, rhaa oEzile

bangcolile shem. Ezile finally put the treat in
front of him, Bullet did a little spin and
quickly pressed the “Thank you” button on
the device making me squeal in admiration.
Ezile chuckled and we watched our son’s
puppy happily eat his treat.
Ezile: Funeke sizame kati kengoku.

Me: Yhuu unganya Ezile, that would be the

day I practise slaughtering an animal.

Ezile: Haibo, Mafungwashe?!

He burst out laughing looking at me, no

because ndi serious.

Me: Hayi, hayi tjoo! Asoze ndifuye kati mna,

never.

Ezile: I was kidding mntuwam, nam I

wouldn’t keep a cat kwam. Just
cabanga…awulibali une kati, kanti iya
transformer ibengu makhulu ka Noxolo or
Bulelani xa ithandile.

Me: Tjooo, Guluva wam! Ndinga buba,

tjuuu.

We laughed and Bullet came to my side

and pressed the “water” button. I’m glad he
already knows few of the buttons, but
ingathi sonya ngu Bullet ngoba he will press
them every minute. Ezile said he will get
water for him, while I played with his fur. My
man came with a silver puppy bowl, filled
with water he placed on the floor and Bullet
pressed the “Thank you” button, before
running over to the bowl to drink. Dogs are
fast leaners ke moc…

Ezile: Kodwa baby, don’t they sell lento but

tsotsi taal or xhosa communication?
Andizoyimela lento yobe ndi khumshelw
yinja mna, hayi, hayi.

Me: Haibo, Ezile?

Ezile: No marn, funeke kubekho button

ezothi “Ekse Ta’ Bragadier, kawenze la
whiskey grootmman.”

I burst out laughing, listening to this I love

being stupid. He laughed with me and kept
making these funny jokes about how a dog
should understand and learn lingo. Bethuna
ndithandana noMantolwane mna, Ezile uli
hlanya undercover njee.

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EZILE FANATHI.
Saturday night, Yondi was gone out with
her friends and I was with my gents at my
house. My mother came here and took
Luzelwande, hijacking Bullet in the process
because she is a puppy lover.

Me: I spoke to taima lika Yondi…

Nkosi: And??

Me: Thungisani bafethu, dyan iyatshata in a

months time.

They cheered me up and I smiled happily,

by next week my uncles should be sending
letter kwa Yondi. I want no mistakes, Yondi
has to be officially mine ngoba ndizi shaya
ngaye nyani.

Akhona: Haibo bafethu, umjita is even

glowing.

Me: Happiness sjimbo, I’m on another level

of happiness.

Sive: Congratulations sjimbo, hhhee marn

kuya khulwa straight!

Andile: Mamela! That time mna ndisa dlala,

hayi andikho ready for catch.a mna!

We laughed and nyani Andile, is the only

single one out of all of us. He still enjoying
chowing every pussy he feels like chowing,
he is scared of love lo.

Lucky: Welcome to the marriage club,

Bragadier.

Me: Cheers, sarni.

We changed the topic and spoke about

other things, serious things like our enemy
Siyabonga James.

Mahle: How are we going to catch le

bastard?

Me: I will try talking to Mafungwashe, see if

she can’t help us.
Akhona: Yeah mfethu, I tried tracking
lomntu down. Maybe if Yondi and us work
together with the information she gets, I will
easily track le njaa down.

Lucky: One thing for sho, Siyabonga can’t

that far at all.

Nkosi: Futhi ndizom bulala mna once we

locate him, lomntu is always trying his best
to double cross us.

I should really ask my woman to help us, I

hope she agrees ngoba we really need to
find Siyabonga before he does more
damage. He stole diamonds from us,
diamonds worth millions and I knew damn
well we shouldn’t work with him. All this
happened while I was back in Italy and I
agree with Nkosi, death is what’s knocking
on his door once we find him.

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THINA SODLAKA(MAMVULANE.)
Sbusiso was taking me out for dinner
tonight, my daughter was here to help me
prepare for this dinner. I was dressed in a
Nude long sleeve bodycon dress, white
heels and this dress literally drew my body.

Me: Kodwa le lokhwe, hayi my baby my butt

and hips are all out.

Nozibele: That is the thing mama, you have

to be sexy for tatu Sbu. He has to be horny
just by looking at you…
Me: Hayi Nozibele, andizolala naye.

Nozibele: Mama funeke release some salt,

oyhini Mamvulane give him the taste of
your cookie.

Me: Andizo yenza lonto, tshini.

She laughed and fixed my hair, I love how

she styled it and I don’t need make up to be
beautiful.

Me: My baby, I have to tell you something.

Nozibele: What?
Me: Mxolisi was here, 3 days ago and he
claimed he came to see me and you.

Nozibele: I hope you told him indaba zakhe,

we don’t need him. Futhi how did he find
your address?

Me: Andiyazi but I told him off. Sbusiso

even shot him on the wrist…

I told her what happened that day and she

giggled, Gloria walked in the room and
smiled looking at me.

Gloria: Shlobo, yhuu awumhle.

Me: Enkosi shlobo, you love boosting my

confidence ke wena.
Gloria: Nawe, you always boost mine. So
uzamnika uSbusiso?

Me: Intoni?

Gloria: Haibo Mamvulane, ndithetha nge

bhentse. Uzomnika ibhentse?

Nozibele laughed and I chuckled looking

myself through the mirror, one thing about
Gloria ukrwada xa ethanda.

Me: Hayi, why nifuna ndiphise nge kuku

yam?
Gloria: Mamvulane uyaphoswa, umnandi
lamcimbi. Shlobo yhini kawuzo nwabise
marn, mnike, ndithi umvulele yonke!

We laughed yhuu why is Gloria like this?

Nozibele finally got done with my hair and I
look so gorgeous, they took pictures of me.
I stood in front of the long mirror and
admired myself, I always loved how thick I
am and ndi confident about my body. We
heard the doorbell downstairs, Nozibele ran
out the room to get it.

Me: Ndine nerves, why?

Gloria: Ngoba you feel something for

Sbusiso, andazi why you afraid to give love
a chance again.
Me: Love hurts Gloria, andifuni uphinde
ndiphoxwe yi ndoda. Futhi Sbusiso never
said uyandifuna…

Gloria: Okay but umphe ibhentse wethu,

uzotsho akufune kengoku.

Me: Hayi marn, ukrwada shlobo.

We giggled and she came to stand next to

me and fixed my necklace, before kissing
my cheek.

Gloria: Just try giving uthando a chance,

not onke amadoda will be like lanja ingu
Mxolisi.

Me: Ndizobona, andi-

Nozibele barged in the room smile and she
told me Sbusiso was here, I took what I
needed and walked out. I found Sbu
holding a bunch of roses, they had money
wrapped around them. He smiled in
admiration and gave me a hug and a
forehead kiss.

Sbusiso: Mamvulane omhle, ndicinga

siyitye kwam le dinner before lamadoda
afune ukuncwasa ndihleli nawe.

Me: Hayike, andinxibelanga utya dinner

endlini mna.

Sbusiso: Umhle kakhulu.

Me: Enkosi, nawe umhle.

He handed me the roses and I thanked him,
he has money to play shame. Why waist
money and wrap it around roses, or maybe
it’s this new generation thing so naye he is
trying to impress me.
·
·
2 hours later, dinner went well we really
enjoyed it. And the food was expensive but
very nice, we were now at his house. He
borrowed me his T-shirt to wear. I was shy
to walk out the ensuite ngoba it was very
short, I undid my hairstyle and put my hear
in a neat bun.

Sbusiso: Mamvulane omhle, ndilinde wena

apha!
Me: Ndiyeza, just give me a second!

I exhaled and slowly walked out the

ensuite, I found him sitting on the edge of
the bed and as soon as he saw me he
stood up.

Sbusiso: Mamvulane, uyenzani indoda?

Me: Ndenzeni?

Sbusiso: Uvusa ezinye izinto…

He stood in front of me and my heart raced

as he took my hand, and made me touch
umthondo wakhe. I swallowed looking at his
bare chest, he held my chin and made me
look at him.
Me: Sbusiso…

Sbusiso: Uyoyika?

Me: Ewe, ndoyika.

Sbusiso: Do you want me to make love to

you? Ngoba mna ndifuna ukuvisa
kamnandi.

Me: Only if uzoba gentle.

Sbusiso: Gentle is my middle name,

especially when it comes to you.

He kissed me removing the T-shirt, then

picked me up and laid me on the bed. We
made eye contact as he took off my lace
panty, thank God I always shave.

Sbusiso: Umhle umzimba wakho,

Mamvulane.

I blushed as he removed his pyjama pants,

I almosted fainted seeing his penis.

Me: Hima uzoyifaka yonke?

Sbusiso: Ewe, don’t worry uzoyi enjoy.a.

He got on top of me and kissed me opening

my legs, he rubbed his penis head up and
down my vagina making me wet. I watch
him go down on me, his face between my
thighs and he used his tongue to pleasure
me. I held his bald head moaning, pushing
him further in enjoying what I was feeling.

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INSERT 179.
YONDI MNDINI.
I really had fun with my friends during the
weekend, but now it’s back to reality. My
day was very busy because I had to go and
check how the renovations are going at my
new house. From there I have to go to
Media Ink and apply for my job again, I will
never forsake journalism no matter what.
Then from there I wil be headed to my
company, I really have to sort out serious
things.
Me: Baby, vuka please marn.

Ezile: Andiyi, ndine bhabhalaza mna.

Me: Ezile ke, you have to go to work

mfondini. Remember you have a meeting
ngo 10:00am?

Ezile: Call my P.A and tell him to cancel my

meetings.

Me: Guluva andidlali ke mna, ha.ana ndizo

lila shame.

He chuckled and sat up looking at me stand

next to him, I was done with my hygiene
routine but I wore my robe instead of my
clothes ngoba I still have to prepare Junior
for school.

Me: Come on baby, you always wanted to

bag this deal.

Ezile: Yhuu kodwa, ndiyanya yi

bhabhalaza.

Me: Uzoyeka usela ingathi uphambene.

He chuckled and pulled me down to bed, I

giggled as I laid there with him giving me
kisses.

Ezile: Unuka kamnandi, sthandwa sam.

Me: Lady funeke linuke kamnadi always.

Ezile: Uya glow.a ekseni apha, meantime
thina si crusty.

Me: Suyi bhaxa ke, suka I have to go and

prepare Junior.

He kissed me I found myself wrapping my

legs around his waist, then whispered to
him “ndicela morning glory” and obviously
he gave it to me.

[A WHILE LATER.]
Ezile already left, he told me he will drop
Junior at créche and Bullet at daycare. He
is such a darling xa ethanda, indoda yam
bethuna. I wore my white formal suit with
my Saint Laurent black heels, did some
natural make up and then fixed my weave. I
collected everything I will need for the day
and left, making sure the security system is
on.

Teddy called me as soon as I got in my car.

Me: Mntase?

Teddy: Lovey, what time will you come to

Media Ink?

Me: Andazi baby, maybe around 12:00pm

ngoba?

Teddy: I just wanted to be sure, ndifuna

sitye lunch out.
Me: Okay. Is it just us or the rest of the
ladies?

Teddy: Obviously all of us friends,

sisakubuka Yondi. You have been gone for
years…

Me: Hayike wena, you just exaggerating.

Teddy: Tuuu kanti, see you then ke. I have

work to do, mcwaaa.

Me: Mcwaaa, mcwaa.

I giggled and he end the call, I fastened my

seatbelt and then reversed out of the
garage. I waited for it to close before driving
out the yard, I played Amapiano music
those love ones and sang along. 30
minutes on the road, I was stopped by
traffick and I stopped on the side of the
road rolling down my window.

Traffick cop: Hello sthandwa, unjani?

Me: Ndiright bhuti, uright wena?

Traffick cop: Ndiright. Awumhle marn,

ndicela license yakho Ntokazi.

I gave him my license, he asked me to

open my car boot and I did. He checked
whatever he was checking, then came back
to my side of the window.

Traffick cop: So ujola noBragadier?

Me: Iyakufuna bhuti? Ndi sure ugqibile
ukwenza lento uyenzayo ndiyaleqa.

Traffick cop: Yondi Mndini…uyi Journalist

but ujola negintsa.

Me: Bhuti sufuna ndikuphoxe kakubi, utsho

nge ntloko egoso. Sapha license yam
futhi…

I tried grabbing it but he bit his lower lip,

moving his hand away. I chuckled feeling
frustrated, uyazidala lo.

Me: What are you trying to do?

Traffick cop: Uyayifuna license yakho?

Me: Sundibuza ukunya, kawusapha..

Traffick cop: Go out on a date with me, just

one date and then uzoyifumana.

Me: Lento uyenzayo, will put you in trouble.

Traffick cop: With who? Ngo

Bragadier…not everyone fears him.

Me: Uthi ngubani igama lakho?

Traffick cop: Ndingu Lazola baby, wakwa

Mfusi.

Me: So you not willing to give me my

license nyani?
He shook his head no, I chuckled and
started the ignition of my car before driving
off. I will deal with him kanti and lento ye
cheap flirt yakhe, he will never do it again.
At least I got his name and surname, rhaa
uyandinyela.
·
·
2 hours later, I walked in the building of
Media Ink and it was too quiet for my liking.
Even the receptionist wasn’t on her desk, I
frowned and walked in further but stopped
in shock when everyone screamed
“SURPRISE” and few popped some
confettis. Mpendulo came to me and gave
me a tight hug, I smiled hugging him back.

Me: Someone missed me.

Mpendulo: Awuna idea wena, tjuu!

Everyone came to hug me and I looked at

Teddy, he came with a cupcake that had a
candle towards me. Everyone laughed and
I looked at him smiling…

Me: So this is why ubufun uba sure ndizoza

what time apha?

Teddy: Ewe. Iza make a wish and blow the

candle…

Me: Teddy ayo birthday lena, yi welcoming

nton nton.

Teddy: Yewethu, do as I say!

Everyone laughed and I closed my eyes
making a wish, the blew out the candle.
Everyone cheered and I laughed haibo
baphambene aba, Anam handed me a
glass of Champagne and we all chilled
together for an hour. After lo hour it was
back to work, the company cleaners had to
clean up the confettis on the floor.

Mpendulo held my hand and we walked to

his office, I giggled as he gave me a long
hug as soon as we got in. We pulled out the
hug and had our seats.

Mpendulo: So how have you been? What

am I even asking ngoba u’happy telling by
your glow.

Me: Jonga, ndi happy sarna and andifuni

noku xokisela.
Mpendulo: Bragadier akaphindanag waku
mithisa?

Me: Tuu kanti, yhuu andikho ready for enye

pregnancy mna shame.

We spoke for a while catching up, he even

told me about how his wife cheated on him
and he is filling for a divorce. I told him, I
would like to come back to work if isekhona
indawo yam. He told me to first settle down
and then come back in 2 weeks, because
he is going to slave me around like crazy. I
smiled at least I will have my job back, just
need to send application to the HR
management and do izinto nge ndlela.

[AT MY COMPANY.]
I sat in my office looking at Thandeka, such
a lovely lady.

Me: Ndivile what happened to you, uziva

njani?

Thandeka: Ngiright manje, I just hope I

won’t lose my job?

Me: Not at all love, Queen P told me what

happened between you and that client. I
hate that she harassed you…

Thandeka: Ms. Mndini, I really went all out

on that dress. I designed it the way she
wanted it, from detail to everything but she
wasn’t happy.

Me: Can you bring me le design?

Thandeka: Okay, ngizoli landa..

I nod and she walked out my office, I hope

le client won’t bail on us again ngoba
ndifuna umxelela indaba zakhe. She will get
her refund and look for better designers
kwezinye company, I will not let umntu
harass my employees then get away with it.

Minutes later, Thandeka came in with the

design and she showed me on her note pad
what the client said she want. I looked at
the design and it was exactly what the client
wanted, so andazi why would she not be
happy about it.

Me: Tshini she is crazy, this looks exactly

like what she wanted.
Thandeka: I spent time designing this and I
honestly feel sad, that she didn’t like the
outcomes.

Me: Nonsense don’t feel sad wena-

Queen P barged in my offfice with a tall

yellowbone, she was slim with a bit of hips.
You could tell that she is a slay queen.

Queen P: Boss lady, this is Lilitha Dipa the

client who didn’t like Thandeka’s work.

Me: I see, ndicela uvale umnyango.

She closed the door and I looked at her,

pointing to the dress hanged on the rack.
Me: This is your supposed dress, I heard
kuthiwa you didn’t love it.

Lilitha: Imbi lento, it’s definitely not what I

wanted.

Me: Thandeka hand me the note pad, plus

your voice recorder…

She gave me what I asked, I passed Lilitha

the note pad and she looked at it.

Me: Isn’t that what you asked for?

Lilitha: It is, but the reality outcomes of it is

not it.
Me: So you say, for a second there I
thought you were going to deny everything.
I was going to play you the voice recorder…

Lilitha: Why do you have to record clients

conversations with you?

Queen P: So that people like you who are

very unappreciative, deny what you said
when you were mentioning your designs
siyidlale for wena.

Thandeka: And before she says I never

asked consent to record her, I did.

Lilitha swallowed looking at Thandeka, I

feel like her problem with Thandeka is way
beyond this.
Me: Ndivile you harassed Thandeka and
that is what pisses me off.

Lilitha: If only she did what I asked, she

wouldn’t get harassed.

Me: You do know that Thandeka can sue

you or have you arrested if she wants? And
wena awuzobana say ngoba we have many
witnesses and we could always provide
CCTV footage as proof.

I toom my tablet from the desk and played

the footage of her being physical with
Thandeka.

Lilitha: I’m sorry, I will take the dress.

Me: No, suyithatha. Andithi you never liked
it… So what changed now?

Lilitha: I just realized I was being dramatic.

Me: You realized that seku late, we will

refund you your money as soon as
possible. Uyifuna cash or nge transactions?

Lilitha: Yondi-

Me: Cash or transactions sisi, I have places

to be so ndicela ukawuleze.

She told me she wanted it to be transferred,

I quickly did the online transfer and minutes
later her phone pinged.
Me: I won’t let you or any other person
kakade, treat my employees like shit.
Hamba ke and go get some better design in
another company to design your dress,
hope you won’t be bitter and start some
social media war tainting my company
name. Ngoba it will end in tears for wena, I
will sue you mna sisi…please leave the
building.

She looked at the dress, then me and then

Thandeka and walked out my office. Queen
P smiled looking at me, I told them they will
figure out what to do with the dress ngoba
umntu wayo won’t be needing it anymore.

[IN THE CAR.]

I was driving myself home, when gunshots
fired and cars around me hooted. I
panicked looking on the rear view mirror, a
black GTI was on my tail.

Me: Where the fuck did you come from?

I tried speeding but there were cars in front

of me, I overtaked the car in front of me and
sped off. The GTI was right behind me, not
this again… I took out my phone and
connected it to the navigator…

It rang once and Ezile answered…

Me: I’m being followed by a black GTI,

andazi if bazama undi kiddnaper or
undibulala!

Ezile: Baby, uphi ngoku!

Me: Eyyh marn wena, tell Akhona to keep
track of my location njee qha!

I dropped the call tosing my phone on the

passengers seat, maybe I should just
surrender. I pulled up on the side of the
road and exhaled, the GTI also stopped
behind me and 2 came out wearing face
masks. One knocked on my window
indicating I should open the door, I did and
stepped out.

Me: Nifuna ntoni kum?

Guy 2: If you do as we say, we won’t hurt

you.

Me: What do you want me to do?

Guy 2: Mfethu iza nale weii…

My heart was racing rhaa, I looked at this

other one who quickly went to the car and
came back holding a needle.

Me: Akho need to inject me, ndiyakwazi uzi

hambela.

Guy 1: Try anything stupid, then we dose

you off ngale injection.

The second guy pushed me and gripped

my arm, I yanked my arm walking to the
GTI. A third guy came out of the car, hayi yi
film bethuna.
Me: Why are you all cowards? Ganging up
on a female-

Guy 2: YHEY SHUT UP!

I wondered why are these other cars just

passing, ababoni that I’m in danger and
held on gunpoint by guys wearing face
masks? I watch the third guy restrain my
wrists with a wire, then my feet he scooped
me up and threw inside the car trunk. Nxxxx
mnqundu we male bitches!

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YONDI MNDINI.
I looked at the guys who kidnapped me
silently, they finally revealed their faces and
they are too handsome for le kaka
bayenzayo.

Me: Khona need for you to bind me on thw

chair?

Guy 1: Thula.

I chuckled and flinched as he tightened the

wire, I’m sure I will be bruised after all this.

Guy 2: Mfethu, we have to let lomntana go.

I’m still against lento..
Guy 3: Yet you the one who held her at
gunpoint? Hayi subayi murhu.

Me: I suggest nimamele chomi yenu, lento

niyenzayo…y’all digging your own-

I didn’t even finish, the first guy gave me a

very bolt lightning slap. I closed my eyes for
a second as my cheek stinged, yhoo
hheee.

Guy 1: Ndithe thula, shut up!

Guy 3: So Yondi, right?

Me: Depends uba ngubani obuzayo…

Guy 3: Mna ndingu Lungisani also known
as “Fixer”. This one restraining you is
Gazza and then lo who gunpointed you is
Siba.

Me: Nifuna ntoni kum? Theni nixakwe yinto

yokwenza…

Siba: We just want you to answer some few

questions njee.

Me: And here I thought ndim journalist, I’m

the one who ask questions.

Gazza: Une kaka enintsi wena, umntu must

moer you!

Me: Ndibethe mnqundu, betha you coward!

He was about to hit me, but Fixer or
whatever his name is stopped him. I just
hope Ezile and his friends find me soon,
ngoba I will not be happy if my beautiful
face gets ruined by these bastards.

Fixer: Gazza, kawume ngodlame. Wena…

Me: Nifuna ntoni? Mali…

Fixer: Sifuna information, about your lovers.

Me: My lovers?

Siba: Bragadier and his friends.

Me: And why would I give you information
about my lovers? Nawe utsho they are my
lovers, so I wouldn’t betray them.

Gazza: You sure ngalonto? Ngoba I will kill

you mna!

Me: Wena uyadika wena, futhi don’t talk too

close to my face your breath is not
appetizing.

He gave me one punch on the stomach, I

groaned biting on my lower lip waiting for
the pain to subside.

Fixer: Mfethu, uphambene!

Gazza: Andizo nyelwa ngama nkazana

mna, I won’t allow her shit on me!
Siba: Siyabonga made it clear that, we
must not harm her in any way!

Gazza: Nxaaa! I need a smoke, before I

lose it.

He walked out and I kept a serious face

looking at the other, the wires on my wrist
and around my ankles were so tight and
uncomfortable.

Fixer: Work with us Yondi, then we will let

you free.

Me: Okay go ahead, ask me what you

would like to know.
Siba: Hima you serious?

Me: If it means saving my life and not

spending the night in this room smelling of
blood, then yes ndi serious.

I kept a straight face looking at them, the

looked at each other before looking at me.

Fixer: Tell us does Bragadier and his

friends, know who the members of Sevent
Circle is?

Me: Do you think they would tell me if they

knew them?

Fixer: You not answering Yondi, don’t

question me ndikubuza.
Me: No, they don’t know.

Siba: Where do they hide their shandis?

Me: Shandis as in? Be specific please…

Fixer: Diamonds, Guns, money…all their

illegal dealings.

Me: Andazi if they have a warehouse or

not, but I once heard Bragadier talk on the
phone about hiding things in some
address…

Siba: What address? Do you know it…

Me: Hima, I’m trying to remember…

I closed my eyes, trying to think of any
useless address. I just hope they buy my
lies, ngoba I’m lying to save my ass right
now and also buying time for the gents to
find me and get here.

Me: Ohh yes! Do you guys have a pen and

paper?

Fixer: If you think we will untie you, you

must be out of your brains.

Me: No, ndifuna unxilela so that niyi bhale

nina le address.

Siba: I will go and find a paper and pen.

Fixer nod and Siba walked out, I gave Fixer
an intense look and he returned the stare.

Me: Tell me Fixer, do you have a sister or

female relative close to you?

Fixer: I have sisters, one old and one

young.

Me: Tell me how would you feel, if they

were the ones kidnapped by Bragadier and
his friends?

He was about to answer, but his friends

walked in the room. I chuckled as Gazza
looked at me with so much hatred. I hate
him too ndikuxelele, atsho ngomlomo
onukayo.
Siba: Ithini le address…

Me: 4110 East Broadway.

Gazza: How sure are we you not trapping

us?

Me: Fixer xelela le chomi yakho idikayo, I

don’t do traps mna.

Gazza: Wena unekaka enintsi.

Me: Yitye kaloku wena le kaka ndinayo.

He flared his nostrils and Siba mentioned

something about calling, Siyabonga. I
wonder who the fuck is this Siyabonga, all
three of them left me tied up on the chair
and I sighed. Baphi ooEzile na?!
·
·
A long while later, gunshots fired outside
and that alerted me. I screamed for help in
hopes of someone to hear me, someone
kicked the door open and there stood my
man.

Me: Ezile!

Ezile: Baby, it’s okay I’m here now.

Both him and Mahle came to untie me, I

flinched because the wires were really tight.
Once I was free I jumped on Bragadier’s
arms and held him tight, he held on to me
too and that sort of made me shed some
tears.

Me: I was wondering nizofika nini.

Ezile: We are here baby, we’ll always be

there for you.

Me: Baphi? My kidnappers…

Mahle: Dead Mafungwashe, uright kodwa?

Me: Now that you gents are here.

Mahle gave me a long hug, I sighed

hugging him back and just then the rest of
the guys came in. They also came to join
the hug, we pulled out seconds later.
Me: They questioned me about nina, I had
to lie and bendi confident with my lies.

Nkosi: Who were they? We didn’t bother

asking them their names, we just shot
them.

Me: Bathe ngu Lungisani/ Fixer, Siba and

Gazza.

Ezile: We don’t know them, inoba zi laaitie

zaphi ezi?

Me: They kept mentioning igama,

uSiyabonga is the name…

Them: Uthini?
Me: Nditsho.

They looked at each other and I looked at

them confused.

Me: Please if niyamazi lo Siyabonga, get rid

of him ngoba I won’t be a victim of kidnap
again.

Andile: That’s the thing Mafungwashe, we

have been trying to find Siyabonga but
asimazi uphi.

Me: Njani uba animazi? Akhona you are a

damn I.T boffin…
Akhona: Can we leave apha and go talk
somewhere more private. The smell of
blood here makes me sick…

He said looking around, Ezile piggy bagged

me as we all walked out this warehouse. I
saw the dead bodies of my kidnappers lay
there blood all over, I wondered if they were
really going to kill me or not?

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YONDI MNDINI.
We were now at the gents warehouse, I
was listening to them tell me about this
Siyabonga guy.
Me: Wait…nithi nifuna mna, Yondi Mndini to
help you find lomntu?

Lucky: Ewe, we know you still angry at

us…but we need you.

Me: I’m not angry at you guys anymore. I

managed to forgive Ezile, so why would I
still be angry at you?

Sive: Hima, you serious?

Me: If bendisa qumbile, I wouldn’t even be

here and I would’ve sold you out to your
enemies already.
They looked at me silently, I nod my head
and put my one leg over the other like the
madam I am.

Me: So nithi lo Siyabonga? Ngubani

surname yakhe…

Ezile: Ngu James, are you going to help

us?

Me: Ewe ngoba this bastard you talking

about, was also behind my kidnapping.

Akhona: I feel like we can catch lomntu fast

together-

Me: Hold your horses. I have to get my

access card first, who knows uba enye
information ndingayi fumana from abantu
who will need my journalism access card.

Nkosi: But you resigned njena…

Me: But I can try begging my boss to grant

me le access card, he is very fond of me.

Ezile: Fond of you in what way?

Me: Don’t worry baby, akho need for you to

be jealous utshatile lamntu.

He looked away sulking, I giggled at how

jealous he is and his friends chuckled.
Tshini bethuna Ezile…
Me: Ohh before ndilibale, some traffick cop
took my license.

Andile: Why?

I told them what happened between me and

that Lazola traffick cop, Ezile seemed
frustrated.

Me: But andithi you guys should do

something drastic, I will handle this nge
ndlela yam.

Ezile: Which is what? Baby, lomntu needs a

bullet between his eyes.

Me: No Ezile, I will handle him the law way.

Lucky: So you told us this, only for you to
tell us you will deal with him the law way?

Me: I told you guys this, ngoba I wanted

you guys to know I first have to sort this
issue before starting le investigation ngalo
Siyabonga.

Ezile: Ndizom bulala mna lo Luzalo or

whatever his name is. He has the audacity
yozama utyela mna, Bragadier.

Me: Seyo drama. Drama yeya ntoni?

Ezile: Kanti baby, when it comes to you

ndiveske ndibe jealous…andifuni nix
ngawe!
His friends laughed and I smiled, kumnandi
uthandwa kodwa yhuu.

Me: Bethuna my car, ndi sure it’s still on the

side of the road.

Ezile: It’s at home. We sorted lonto out…

Me: Thank you, now tell me more about lo

Siyabonga.

They told me what they knew about this

Siyabonga, he seemed like a very
calculative guy. I hope and pray that we
catch him ngoba who knows he might try
coming after me again.
·
·
Ezile and I were on our way to fetch Bullet,
than from there we will fetch Junior at
school.

Me: Kodwa baby, why is your hand always

on my thigh when you driving with me?

Ezile: Baby, yazi this is very comfortable

sthandwa sam. Ndiyaku thanda so ndifuna
uba sure uba you are here nyani, andi
phuphi.

Me: Hayike wena.

Ezile: Serious baby, ngaske ndiku phuze

ngoku. Futhi awumhle namhlanje, you
always dress to kill.

Me: So did you get the deal?

He smiled looking at me, I squealed
excitedly clapping my hands. I kissed held
his hand on mine and kissed it, then
unfastened my seatbelt leaning on the
chair. He looked at me then swallowed…

Ezile: Wenzani, Yondi?

Me: What does it look like? Ndikunika a

early congratulations gift for bagging the
deal.

Ezile: What if I cause an accident?

Me: You won’t Ezile, don’t you dare kill us.

He swallowed as I unzipped his pants, then
took out his cock stroking it. He leaned on
his chair, his eyes half closed.

Me: Ezile focus, remember you driving.

Ezile: I’m trying…fuck!

He grunt as my mouth covered his deep, I

deep throat him and gagged pulling it out
again. I slowly swirled my tongue on his tip,
then began to pleasure him like a master.
My prayers was that he doesn’t cause an
accident, ngoba he wasn’t focusing at all.
He finally shoot his semen in my mouth, I
smiled swallowing it and licking him
cleaned. He was breathing heavily and
sweating, I looked at him in the eye then
carefully put his dick back in his pants.
Me: Yabo, we didn’t die.

Ezile: Kodwa baby, ungu Satana shem

yhuu!

Me: Haibo?!

Ezile: Qondba “Thiza undenza ntoni lo

mntana ndi qhuba, ndizoyiwisa le moto!”

I laughed and grabbed the bottle of water

that was there, I dranked it relaxing on the
seat. His hand found itslef on my thigh
again, I put my over his and we looked at
each other smiling. We got to Bullets day
care and I climbed off the car to fetch him,
once they brought him to me he barked
excitedly. I took him and thanked the old
woman, before going back to the car and
put him in his dog car seat.

*
40 minutes later, we werr parked at Junior’s
créche and I walked to get him in his class.
The teacher smiled as soon as she saw
me..

Mrs. Tracy: Hi, you here for Junior?

Me: Yes ma’am, how is his behaviour?

Mrs. Tracy: He is a wonderful kid, but he

seems to be a lover boy.

She pointed to the back, where my son was

seated with 2 girls. His arm around the
yellowbone’s neck, I chuckled in disbelief.
Ndizoyithini into yomntana othanda
amankazanan at this age?

Me: Does he even do his school work?

Mrs. Tracy: Yes, he does. We also planning

on throwing a ball for them, but you will find
everything needed on the message book.

Me: Okay, thank you.

She called Junior and told him it’s home

time for him, I squint my eyes watching this
little player of mine give both the girls he
was sitting with forehead kisses.

Me: Hayini, hayi ndiyalingwa.

He finally came to me smiling, I looked at
him chuckling in disbelief then took his bag.

Luzelwande: Molo, baby.

Me: Andingo baby wakho, andithi wena

unama cherry ngoku?

Luzelwande: Bahle ne?

Me: Yhuu Junior, masambe ndingekaku

phambaneli mntana ka Ezile.

I took his hand and he smiled innocently,

the teacher laughed and I thanked her
walking out. Junior was trying to soothe me
on the way to the car, he kept giving my
hand a kiss being the little charmer boy he
is. When Ezile saw us approach the car, he
got out the car and Junior ran to him. They
did their little handshake and hugged, I
clicked my tongue and got in the passenger
seat. Ezile and Junior had a “how was your
day” talk, while he buckled him up on his
car seat. Ezile got in after making our son
comfortable, I put Junior’s bag between my
legs and looked at this little player I gave
birth to.

Ezile: Baby, yintoni waqumba?

Me: Ezile, unyana wakho uphuza

amantombi in front of me.

Ezile: Hayi nyani?

Luzelwande: But it was only a forehead
kiss, mama.

Ezile: Kawungene boy.

The did a fist bump and I looked at Ezile in

disbelief, haibo lomfana?

Me: Ezile, haibo you supposed to scold

him.

Ezile: Baby, yeka umntana marn. Ndi sure

those little girls also like him.

Me: Ezile, tjooo yazi ntoni. Andifuni

nothetha nani, nxaaa kawu qhube le moto.
I fold my arms and looked out the window,
imagine njee having a 2 years old who is
already a girls lover. Hayi yi phambano, but
ndizomyeka wethu it’s not like he is kula
age of knowing about sex…but still marn xa
enje ngoku, uzoba njani xa emdala.

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MPENDULO LUGALO.
Ever since that night Ayola and I fucked,
she has been avoiding me and that worried
me. Did I hurt her? Ngoba sometmes I tend
to get very rough during sex intercourse,
but I made sure I was gentle with her njena
so I don’t think it’s that. Maybe she is shy to
face me, but she shouldn’t be njena. I
smiled whistling standing in front of the
mirror, fixing my tie.

Amanda: Mpendulo are you cheating on

me?

Me: You have no right to ask me lonto,

uyeyona cheatist wena.

Amanda: Mpendulo if you cheat on me with

Ayola, I swear-

Me: You will what? Andithi wena you

managed to betray her and ruin her
marriage? So awuzo menza nix ntombi,
ohh and our parents will be here later.

Amanda: Why?
She stood up coming to me, I yanked her
hand away as she tried touching me. I don’t
want her anywhere near me, I even sleep at
one of the guestrooms ngoba her touch
makes my skin crawl. I know I have no right
to feel that way, because she once forgave
me when I cheated. But lomntu over did it, I
asked her oko if she is cheating and she
would manipulate me nge past cheating
ways zam with Inathi. Kodwa we move
bethuna, I’m filing for a divorce ngoba our
marriage will never be the same again.

Me: They are coming here to hear ngalama

nyala uwenzileyo.

Amanda: You told them! You shouldn’t

have-
Me: Why can’t I tell them? Ngoba you also
did the same thing when it was me…

Amanda: Mpendulo, baby please we can fix

this together.

Me: We tried fixing things, even went for

marriage counseling but things didn’t
work…you cheated on me with your best
friend’s husband, you even got pregnant for
him.

She looked at me shocked, I chuckled and

puffed some cologne on myself. I found the
pregnancy results in her closet, and trust
me that is what haf me crazy.

Amanda: I swear, those tests weren’t mine-

Me: Zezika bani? Ngoba the only friend you
had is Ayola, so uzothi zezika cousin
wakho? Tell me so that ndizo xelela your
parents to tell which ever cousin izo landa
results zakhe.

She cried and I shook my head, those

crocodile tears will not work this time
around. She was even shaking and that
didn’t faze me.

Me: Yabona the lies? Ulixoki and our

marriage will never work based on lies,
ngoba anything you spit out is lies ngoku.

Amanda: Please Mpendulo, I forgave you

nam njena when you did it.
Me: Mna, I always used condoms with
Inathi. Wena you didn’t use condoms with
your best friend’s husband, you even got
pregnant for him.

Amanda: I swear, I will change ndiyacela.

Me: Change? When I wanted us to try for

omnye umntana, wathi wena awukho ready
for another child. Ngoku gqi umithele enye
indoda etshatileyo.

I wore my blazer and took my briefcase,

laptop bag and other necessary things.

Amanda: The baby is gone, Libo killed it-

Me: Ohh so you wanted to keep his baby?

Hebethuna, let me leave for work.
Amanda: Mpendulo, wait…

Me: Amanda! Amanda, sufuna ubona elinye

side lam please.

She kneeled on the floor crying, her hands

together begging me. I left her there and
she wailed, I’m just glad my kids are at my
parents for the time being. I asked my
mother to keep them for me, ngoba I
couldn’t bring them to this environment and
atmosphere of this house.

[AT WORK.]
I was busy editing one of the journalists
stories, I just wanted something to distract
me and I didn’t even go to lunch. A knock
came through my office door, I looked up
and told the person to come in. Yondi
popped her head in, I smiled looking at her.

Yondi: Am I disturbing?

Me: Not at all, ngena.

Yondi: I even brought you some Starbucks

refresher, your favourite.

She closed the door and walked to me, I

chuckled knowing very well she wants
something.

Me: Ufuna ntoni, Yondikapha?

Yondi: Is that obvious ndifuna something?

Me: Ewe, it’s very obvious.

Yondi: Okay you got me.

She sat down and handed me the

Starbucks drink, I smiled taking it and
thanked her. She told me she would like me
to grant her, her access card.

Me: Hayi why? I told you will be back at

work in 2 weeks njena.

Yondi: I know, eishh…I just desperately

need it for an important investigation,
please sir.

Me: Yondi, what investigation is this?

Yondi: I can’t disclose it as yet, ndiyaku
cela torgo. I swear when I’m back at work, I
will do anything you ask of me.

Me: Anything? Even massage my feet for a

week…

Yondi: As long as it won’t be your ass, I’m

fine with that.

We shared a brief laugh and I sip the drink

using the straw, I made that annoying
sipping sound just to get on her last nerve.

Me: Utheni ungadikwa yilento ndiyenzayo?

Yondi: Ndidikiwe ne? But kaloku ndicenge

le access card.
I laughed throwing my head back, she
smiled leaning back on the chair. I told her
that I will get her the access card, then give
it to Teddy to give it to her after work. She
thanked me and stayed a bit, I’m really
happy she is back and she still wants to
work with me.
·
·
After work, my first stop was at my bachelor
pad. I just needed to have a talk with Ayola,
andazi why she is avoiding me. I parked my
car and climbed off, closing the gate with
the spare remote I had. I sighed and walked
to the front door, I knocked but no one
answered so I slowly opened the door.

Me: Hello, anyone home? Ayo…

I walked futher in and I paused finding
Ayola bending on the floor, wearing those
TikTok gym tights. I felt my pants tighten as
she bend so flexibly, doing her Yoga. She
had earpods on and I could literally here the
song playing from here. I walked to here
and slighty kicked her ass, she jumped up
in shocked and removed her earpods.

Ayola: Mpendulo! How did you get in?

Me: I knocked before undingxolise, then

invited myself in since you weren’t
answering. Tell me why didn’t you lock the
door?

Ayola: Fuck, umm…I guess ndilibele, I have

a lot on my mind.
Me: A lot like what?

She shrugged and walked to the open

kitchen, I followed her looking at her ass
jiggle then quickly covered my now visible
erection with my hands.

Ayola: Too many things njee.

Me: Like the other night? When we were

one…

She opened the fridged and grabbed a

bottle of water, she closed the fridge and I
stood behind her letting down her sports
bra straps, she opened the bottle of water
then drank from it.
Me: I personally enjoyed that night, ndi sure
nawe you did.

I kissed the back of her shoulders to her

neck pressing my erection against her ass,
she gasped as I cupped her bare breast.

Ayola: Mpendulo…

Me: Hmmm?

I continued kissing her, she quickly turned

to look at me and I smiled looking at her.

Ayola: As much as I also enjoyed it, we

can’t do it again. We still married…
Me: Ndayazi lonto, kodwa ndizoyi thini le
mbatyo yam ngoku?

I showed her my erection, she sighed and I

slowly pushed her against the fridge. I used
my index finger pulling her chin, making her
look at me and she blushed.

Me: Why u’blush.a?

Ayola: Andazi, but lento siyenzayo iwrongo.

I get that our spouses had an affair behind
our back, but we can’t do the same thing.

Me: But we not having an affair moc.

I kissed her lips, then her neck then sucked

on her nipple making her moan. I picked
her up and sat her on the table that was in
the kitchen, giving her a tongue kiss. I
slowly removed the tights she was wearing,
then rubbed on her clit and she opened her
legs moaning in between the kiss. I
unzipped my pants and took out my cock,
teasing her wet slit with it. I pressed the tip
of my dick on her tiny hole, pushing my dick
slowly in she pulled out the kiss throwing
her head back moaning.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

The few rounds Ayola and I had left me in a
bright mood, I still don’t get how Libo would
cheat on someone so yummy, warm and
tight. I was now at my house, I can’t call it
“home” anymore because it doesn’t feel like
it. Amanda was in her long dress, seated
silently next to her mother’s legs on the
floor he head bowed. Both her parents were
here, my parents too.
Me: Bantu Abadala, I’m sorry for le meeting
but ndinento endifuna uyi thetha.

Amanda: Mpendulo, ndikucela please don’t-

Taka Amanda: Amanda, thula sifuna uva

lento siyibizelweyo apha.

She bowed her head again crying, I told the

parents everything and they were in shock
especially her mother.

Maka Amanda: Amanda, yintoni lena

ndiyivayo? Umoshe umtshato womnye
umfazi…
Mama: Best friend yakhe, Ayakha. Yhuu
such betrayal must hurt, hayi sies.

My mothet clapped once and looked ahead,

my mother loves abantu but once you do
izinto ezijonge ecaleni uyaphuma kuye.

Tata: Ngoku nyana, sizele ntoni apha kanye

kanye?

Me: I’m filing for a divorce, sithetha njee my

Lawyer is processing the divorce papers.

Taka Amanda: Kodwa ke nyan, nawe

walenza elinyala.

Me: Mna zange ndamithisa, Amanda yena

ke lo umithi.
The parents: INTONI?

Mama Amanda: Amanda, yintoni undihlaza

kangaka? Zange ndaku khulisa kanje!

Mama: Ayakha, hlisa umoya.

I watch my mother comfort my sobbing

mother-in-law, Amanda stood up and ran
upstairs.

Tata Amanda: Sixolise for eli nyala lenziwr

ngu, Amanda. Inkomo sizozi buyisa…

Me: Akho need yobuyisa inkomo, tatazala.

Kodwa ke intombi yenu ndizoyi divorce.
Tata: Anikwazi ulungisa izinto?

Me: Tata when I cheated, we tried fixing

things. Saya kwi marriage counseling and
Amanda claimed she forgave me, kanti
yena uyaxoka u’plan revenge. I asked her if
she is cheating on me kanintsi, waxoka
wathi akafani nam yena akayo cheater.
Ndayifumana inyani ke mna, ndabaqa ne
pregnancy test and still umntu wazama
undixokisela nangento yomithela enye
indoda.

I clenched my jaws looking at my father, he

looked at me too.

Me: Tell me ke, how will this marriage work

when it’s based on lies? I won’t be married
to a liar mna, never! So ndicela niyamkele
decision yam, I’m divorcing Amanda mna
bantu abadala.

I looked at them and ndi serious, I know I’m

no saint but ndidikiwe shame. I’m so done
and my kids won’t be raised in a toxic
environment.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°
THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 183.
YONDI MNDINI.
I smiled looking at Teddy and thanked him
as he gave me, my access card. He looked
at me smirking and I shrugged looking at
him…
Teddy: Why the hell do you need your
access card?

Me: Khona something I’m working on

babes, it needs me to have access in some
places.

Teddy: Yondi Mndini, what are you up to?

Me: I can’t disclose it to you yet, as much

as I would like to tell you but andizokwazi
until it’s done.

Teddy: Hhee wena, hayi khona something

njee you are up to and I hope it won’t put
you in danger.

Me: I hope so too mntase.

He nod and we spoke about other things,
we were at his house and I really enjoyed
our conversations. But then I had to go
home, and start on this investigation…

[AT HOME.]
I made sure my mini family was fed and
sorted, before I could get straight to work.
Ezile wanted to be with me in the study, but
I told him to not bother me ngoba he will
distract me. So I was seated in his study,
doing some research about Siyabonga
James on the internet hoping to find
something at least. But nothing really
important or leading…

Me: Siyabonga, you fucken hond.

I said to myself as I stumbled across some
articles about him and the bad things he
does, I read through them and as I’ve said
he is a very calculative person. But what
got me alert is that his articles were written
by the same journalist, Xoliswa Tyopo.

Me: Hayi marn, wait…

I tried zooming in the pictures where one

Siyabonga was being cuffed by cops,
outside a museum. He had a smirk on his
face, looking towards the crowd but what
confused me is that Xoliswa was in that
crowd of journalist and people smiling.

Me: Huh?
I took my phone and called Ezile, asking
him to come here and see if ndibona
ndedwa lento. This was an article of 9 years
ago, why would Bragadier and his friends
have an enemy older than them nge
decade? Ezile barged in the study and left
the door open..

Me: Is Junior asleep?

Ezile: Ewe baby, what’s wrong?

Me: Can you come and look at this. Andazi

if my mind anda eyes is playing tricks with
me, or what.

Ezile: Whuzet, sthandwa sam?

He came to stand next to me, I turned the
laptop to him and he looked at the picture
than back at me.

Ezile: Baby, why are you showing me

Siyabonga being arrested?

Me: Ezile look deep in these two pictures,

focus Bragadier and tell me what you see?

He looked squinting his eyes, then shook

his head side ways.

Ezile: Ndibona crowd looking at Siyabonga

being arrested, with some journalists doing
what they get paid for.

Me: Look at ubuso buka Siyabonga, isn’t he

smirking?
Ezile: Baby, le picture is not that clear.

Me: Le picture is clear if you look at it with

so much caution, baby please marn focus.

Ezile: Sthandwa sam, tell me what you

see?

Me: Look at Siyabonga smirking to the

direction of the crowd, in that crowd stands
a journalist smiling like a fool instead of
being occupied like the rest of these
journalists.

Ezile: What journalist?

Me: Nanku Ezile, her name is Xoliswa
Tyopo…she used to write all articles about
Siyabonga. And I only read two of these
articles, in my perspective lomntu ingathi
uyam thethelela uSiyabonga.

Ezile frowned looking at the laptop

screaming, he kept zooming and
unzooming the picture.

Ezile: Hayi baby, what if lomntu is smiling

ngoba she was happy Siyabonga was
finally getting arrested?

Me: Ezile, yhuu phuma apha ngoba uthetha

kaka.

Ezile: Love yam, I think you tired ngoku.

How many coffees did you drink?
Me: I didn’t take any caffeine, Ezile…

Ezile: I love you baby, and I really love

when you this sexy and all journalist mode.
But ngoku, I say you seeing things ngoba
you tired…

Me: You think ndidiniwe? Yet uzofuna

utyana nam before we sleep.

He chuckled and turned the seat, then bent

down to kiss me. His hands traveled up my
thighs, I moaned as he touched my vagina
over my thong. I pushed him away gently,
then looked at him.

Me: Ndi busy apha, I knew I shouldn’t have

worn this satin nightdress.
Ezile: Mna, I’m glad you wore it ngoba it’s
easy access. It’s nice and short, futhi the
red colour just does something to umthondo
wam.

I chuckled and seductively fisted his hard

dick, biting my lower lip. He groaned and I
removed my hand again, took of his pants
and I swallowed looking at it all hard with
veins popping. I clenched my thighs and
tried stroking him, Ezile quickly moved back
and wore his pants. I frowned looking at
him…

Me: Haibo, Guluva?

Ezile: On second thoughts, I think you don’t

deserve some.
Me: What?

Ezile: Kaloku wena, ufuna uhlala apha and

tire yourself. So ke….

Me: Are you really going to make me horny,

then leave me just like that?

Ezile: If you really want the cock, you know

where to find me.

I watch him walk out the study, haibo le

ndoda is he serious?

Me: Haibo, Ezile…

Ezile: Bye, baby.

He walked out chuckling, I looked at the
laptop then switched it off. I can always do
this ngomso, ngoba imbatyo iyabulala
sarna.

[FOLLOWING MORNING.]
I woke up to Ezile giving me kisses, I
giggled then opened my eyes looking at
him.

Ezile: Morning, soon to be Mrs. Ezile

Fanathi.

Me: You keep saying that, khona into

ondifihlela yona?

Ezile: Nope, qha in ndifuna uyazi njeee

wena ungowam. Nam ndingo wakho…
Me: Nayni, baby?

Ezile: Ka mina, ka wena, baby wam. We

are soulmates, bhabha and no one not
even obstacles will get in our way of pure
love.

Me: So wena you happy nam?

Ezile: More than happy, yhuu I wanna live

in your skin moc.

I giggled as we shared a passionate kiss,

he caressed my bare butt cheek and I
pushed him down getting on top of him. We
slept naked after the sex we had last night,
and I have to drink morning afters. I kissed
his lips, teasing his dick with my vagina. I
felt it getting hard then I circled it on my
hole, he grunt as I kept thrusting his tip in
and out me.

Me: Why am I this addicted to you?

Ezile: Same way I’m addicted to

you….mmm, fuck babe!

He groaned holding my waist as I slowly

slid down his dick. He should get ready for
the best ride…
·
·
I was now at the station, reporting the
traffick cop who took my license and never
gave it back.
Officer: Uthi who is this guy?

Me: He said ungu Lazola Mfusi, uyamazi?

Officer: No, but let me call the captain real

quick.

I exhaled and rolled my eyes immediately,

he left to call the captain yhoo bawo
andikho kwi mood yale ndoda. I was at
peace kule 2 years when I never saw him,
now this is how I have to see him again
after 2 years. Minutes later they both
walked to the front desk, he had this cocky
smile on his face.

Captain Thola: Haaa would you look at this,

long time no see.
Me: How I wish it could’ve stayed like that.

Captain: Suba rude. Anyways where have

you been?

Me: Ndize apha to report an issue, are you

going to help me or not?

Captain: Of course, I will help you.

Me: Lazola Mfusi, a traffick cop took my

license and never gave it back.

Captain: Wena umenze ntoni?

Me: I refused to go out with him. Andina

langa lonke, ndicela uxelel lomntu to bring
my license ngoku ngoba I need it.
Captain: So wena, you driving around
without a license.

Me: Sudlala mndaka, ngoba you know

damn well I can do that too.

We shared a very long stare, he won’t shit

on me lomntu rhaa. Uyava moc uba my
license was taken by some idiot traffick.

Captain: Fine, I will call Lazola and tell him

to bring your license.

Me: Do that and tell him akayizisi, I will

have him fired and make sure no one hires
him again. Plus I will sue him on top of that.
Captain: Yondi, have a seat on one of the
chairs.

Me: Please lo Lazola akawuleze, I have

matters to take care of.

I walked to sit on the chair, between this

pregnant teenage girl and a woman who
had bruises. I sighed knowing very well
what the bruises on the woman’s face and
neck mean, amadoda will rot in hell for
abusing us beautiful woman.

[SOME WHILE LATER.]

I noticed Lazola walking in wearing his
uniform, lo msoonu even has brackets. I
quickly approached him and he smirked.
Me: Ndicela license yam, if you know
what’s good for you.

Lazola: What? Are you going to send

Bragadier and his friends to kill me…

Me: You law people are very obsessed with

them, you mention their names even when
not needed.

Lazola: Subano msindo kaloku, yintoni na…

Me: Give me my license.

Lazola: Fine, I will give it to you ngoba I fear

to lose my job and I fear being sued.
I grabbed my license from his hand as he
handed it to me, I punched his balls and he
groaned bending. I stood up and fixed my
shirt then walked out, the road is going to
my company.
·
·
In my office, I had my phone and tablet in
front of me. With the picture I showed Ezile
yesterday, on the screen. Maybe I quickly
called the company she used to work in,
someone answered.

Me: Hi, is this Writings and News

company?

Receptionist: Yes, what do you want?

Yhuu so this is how some receptionist
answer their phone, rhaa I would fire umntu
onjee mna.

Me: I’m Yondi Mndini, a journalist from-

Receptionist: Media Ink! Ohh my gosh,

Yondi is this really you?

Me: Yes it’s me and I called just to know if

your boss is available?

Receptionist: I will put you through his line.

Gosh it was nice talking to you…

I can’t say the same, I hate rude people

shame ngoba imbi lanto ayenzayo. She put
me through her boss’s line.
Mr. Tshaka: Elvis Tshaka, hello?

Me: Hello sir, you talking to Yondi Mndini.

Mr. Tshaka: Yes, how may I be of your

help?

Me: I would like to know if Xoliswa Tyopo,

still works with you guys?

Mr. Tshaka: Xoliswa retired years ago, I

fired her and I don’t care about her.

Me: Ohh was there a reason for you to fire

her?
Mr. Tshaka: Waxoka wathi, I tried raping
her.

Me: Ohh xolo. I just wanted to confirm if she

used worked there, I would like to interview
her as she is a former journalist.

Mr. Tshaka: Goodluck with that, ndivile all

she does is sleep around ngoku. That is
what karma does!

The line went dead and I sighed, now I just

have to meet with Akhona and show him
this damn picture. I’m not paranoid ngoba
Xoliswa is smiling at Siyabonga, question is
do they know each other personally? Yes
the picture is not clear, but if Akhona does
those editing things or whatever they call
and just so it can be clear then he will see
what I see too. Andazi esasbhanxa
sendoda yam, sindixelele ngento yoba
“Ohh baby, you must be tired”. Xoliswa
Tyopo is who I’m meeting with, after
Akhona helps me with clearing this image.
And I have to make copies of all articles
written by Xoliswa Tyopo, about Siyabonga
and read them…is not make sure marn with
these two.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°

THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 184.
SIYAKHA NTOMBELE.
I walked out of the doctor’s office nervous, I
just found out that I’m 3 months pregnant.
Well this morning while getting ready for
work, I noticed that I had packets of pads in
my closet and they were not opened. Then I
thought deep looking then checked my
menstrual cycle app, it showed I haven’t
had my periods for 4 months and that’s
what made me up and drive to the doctor’s
before work. I wonder how would Mahle
feel if I told him this, maybe I shouldn’t tell
him ngoba we never really spoke about
having kids.

I got in my car and drove off to my father’s

second company, that is where he is
always at. While I work at his other
company. 48 minutes later, I was seated on
his office couch waiting on him. He came in
the office and I jumped to hug him as soon
as I saw him.

Tata: Hey sisi, are you okay?

Me: I have to tell you something. You might
be angry, but please forgive me.

Tata: I will never be angry at you, unless

you would tell me you quit work just to be a
umahlalela.

Me: I will never, yayazi I enjoy being

independent.

Tata: Good, iza let’s have a sit and tell me

what’s wrong.

We sat down on the couch, he held my

shaking hands and told me to relax and I
did.

Me: I just came from the doctor’s and I

found out I’m 3 months pregnant.
Tata: What? Are you serious…

He asked with a smile on his face, I nod

smiling and he hugged me thanking the
lord.

Tata: You have no idea, how I’ve been

praying for you to also have a family of your
own one day.

Me: That is the think tata, I’m scared to tell

my boyfriend about this pregnancy.

Tata: And why is that?

Me: Because me and him never really

spoke about having a family.
Tata: Just know that if he happens to deny
the baby, I’m going to father it. Don’t you
dare stress about being a single mother.

Me: You more excited than me.

Tata: You have no idea! I have to tell your

mother about this-

Me: No!

He looked at me confused, I shook my

head and looked at him with begging eyes.

Tata: Siya, what is wrong?

Me: I don’t want mama to know about this
pregnancy, she might kill my baby.

Tata: Why would your mother do that?

I told him about the other day, when my

mother visited me in my office and what she
said. My father looked very frustrated…

Tata: I hope you didn’t let your mother

manipulate you into agreeing.

Me: I didn’t. She said if I don’t agree she

will cut me off.

Tata: Sometimes I wonder why I’m still with

your mother, lamntu is just a walking stress.
Me: I know Tata, and ndizixelele that I will
let her be mna. I won’t let her depress me
more.

Tata: Tell me…

He blushed looking at me and I raised my

eyebrow, I laughed knowing exactly what
he is about to ask about.

Tata: Sundihleka marn. So is my young

crush back?

Me: Tata, Yondi is back and u’busy.

Tata: Jonga mntanam, if she wasn’t your

friend I was going to make her your
stepmother.
Me: Haaa, Tata?!

Tata: Serious yhoo, she is dream woman

lamntana. I think I should get her roses and
chocolates as a welcome back, she has my
heart.

Me: Tata stay away from my friend.

Tata: Don’t worry, nothing will happen. Just

that your old man had a serious crush on
her.

He smiled thinking deeply, I shook my head

laughing. I once mentioned it that my father
has a crush on Yondi, but Yondi didn’t
believe me at all.
·
·
During lunchtime, I called Mahle and asked
to visit him. He said he was at home, so I
decided to visit him and let him know that
I’m pregnant. I’m so nervous because
andazi how he will react to the news…I
informed my P.A that I’m going and I don’t
know when I’ll be back.
*

45 minutes later, I was parked in front of my

boyfriend’s garage. I exhaled nervously
before stepping out my car as he came out
to meet me half way, he smiled and gave
me a kiss before hugging me.

Mahle: Baby, unjani?

Me: Ndiright baby, wena?

Mahle: Standard. Awumhle, let’s go in.

We walked in the house and it looked clean

like always, we sat on one couch then
smiled at each other.

Me: I have to tell you something.

Mahle: If ucinga uzohlukana nam, unyile

Siyakha.

Me: Babe no, I will never break up with you.

Mahle: Nyani, love?

He asked me that blushing, I giggled then

kissed his lips.
Me: Nyani, I will never do that.

Mahle: I love you Siyakha, never ever doubt

that.

Me: I love you too.

Mahle: Okay, I’m waiting for you to tell me

zithini?

Me: Andazi how you will feel about this, but

ndimithi, Mahle.

Mahle: So you finally decided to tell me?

He asked that smiling from ear to ear,
pullinh me to straddle his lap. I made myself
comfortable on his lap…

Me: What do you me “finally decided to tell

you”?

Mahle: Baby, you always told I always

check your period cycle on my phone. I
always keep track of your periods, and
wena you haven’t got yours in 3
months…futhi you didn’t send me around
for period snack, since 4 months ago.

Me: So you not angry that, I’m pregnant?

Mahle: I’m actually happy, very happy baby.

This is going to be our first child…
He placed his hand on my stomach smiling
looking at me, I sighed out of relief. I told
him that I also found out about this
pregnancy today, he told me we have to
see a doctor together again just so he can
hear the baby’s heartbeat. I’m just happy
that he is happy, for a moment I thought he
was going to be angry.

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YONDI MNDINI.
I made copies of all the articles written by
Xoliswa Tyopo, all those that involves
Siyabonga James. I was còuped up in my
office reading the fourth one now, seems
like Xoliswa is criticizing every quoted
persons words in her articles. She was
more on Siyabonga’s side.
A knock disturbed my reading, I looked up
and told the person to come in. It was my
P.A…

Me: Akum, thought ndicele kakuhle not to

be disturbed.

Akum: I’m sorry mntase, but there is a

delivery guy here for you.

Me: For me?

Akum: Ewe, can I send him in?

Me: Okay, sharp.

She walked out and seconds later the
delivery guy walked in, carrying this huge
teddy bear, rosses wrapped with cash. A
box designed as a heart shape, and 3
giftbags.

Me: All those for me?

Delivery guy: All for you ma’am, please sign

here.

I smiled standing up then signed where

needed, I thanked him after he placed my
stuff on the table. He walked out the office
and I smiled looking for a card, I found it
and as I thought they were from Bragadier.

Card: “Baby wam ndedwa jwii, yayazi

andikho good kwezi weii ze romance talk.
But ndiqonde mandikuthi jize nge gift
nyana, thank you for loving me mama.
Ndiyaku thanda always and forever…there
is more to these gifts.”

I blushed then giggled covering my face, I

going through my giftbags first. He got me
two pairs of Dolce and Gabbana heels, I
couldn’t stop smiling sarna yhuu lendoda! I
took out the Roja Britannia Perfume from
the perfume box and puffed it once on my
wrist smelling it with my eyes closed. Then
last I untied the bow on the heart designed
box, I lift up the lid and gasped looking at
the cashed neatly rolled and stacked in it.

Me: Ezile, imali engaka…

I whispered to myself, the box was filled

with R200 notes only. Andazi how much is
it, but you could tell uba inintsi le mali. Yhuu
bethuna uGuluva iyamsinda imali, I mean
did he have to gift me with so much
money…on top of the money wrapped
arouns the roses, indoda endinayo kodwa. I
quickly took my phone and made a quick
boomerang, then a picture of my gifts..I
decided to call him and thank him, before
posting gifts on social media.

[VIDEOECALL.]
The phone rang once like always and he
answered, I blushed looking at his face
handsome appear on the scream. He
chuckled and looked at me.

Ezile: Baby wam, ndedwa jwiii.

Me: Guluva wam, I got the delivery from
you. Enkosi…

Ezile: There is more to it baby, isezi shorts

ezo.

I giggled and we spoke more, he told me he

was at a tattoo shop getting a new tattoo.

Ezile: I just screened grabbed le video call,

baby ndifuna uba bonisa wena umhle nakwi
video call.

Me: Ohh hayike wena, my cheeks hurts

from all this blushing.

Ezile: Ndiyi ndoda yakho wedwa baby, so

funeke ndikwenze umoyizele oko.
I giggled and we spoke a bit, before I told
him I have to get back to work. I drop the
call and squealed covering my face giggling
like a 5 years old, gosh ndi in love into
edikayo shem.
·
·
I was now with Akhona at his workplace, I
showed him the picture of Siyabonga and
Xoliswa on my tablet and he zoomed it in
squinting.

Me: Tell me you see what I see…

Akhona: Even though it’s not clear, I can

see that Siyabona is smirking looking ovet
the crowd.
Me: See, now look at the crowd. One of the
journalists, her name is Xoliswa
Tyopo…she is smiling looking at the
direction of Siyabonga.

Akhona: Let me quickly do my tricks and try

makin this picture clear.

Me: Please, AK.

He did his thing, minutes later he was done.

We both looked at the picture and I was
right, yhuuu bawo I knew I wasn’t being
paranoid.

Akhona: Mafungwashe, it could be that lo

Xoliswa was smiling ngoba she was happy
that Siyabonga is finally arrested.
Me: Bullshit Akhona, uthetha amarete
ngoku!

He laughed leaning back on his office seat

after I said that, I looked at him laugh. Nxaa
lo mnqundu is laughing while I’m being
serious, ndiyi joke mna ne? I grabbed my
tablet then left him laughing, if it wasn’t me
trying to protect myself from being
kidnapped by this Siyabonga again…I
would’ve dropped yonke lento. But also this
guy could target my friends too. First it was
Ezile telling me shit, now ngu
Akhona…rhaaa bayandinyela andikho
paranoid and I will prove it.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°
THE JOURNALIST.
INSERT 183.
YONDI MNDINI.
I smiled looking at Teddy and thanked him
as he gave me, my access card. He looked
at me smirking and I shrugged looking at
him…

Teddy: Why the hell do you need your

access card?

Me: Khona something I’m working on

babes, it needs me to have access in some
places.

Teddy: Yondi Mndini, what are you up to?

Me: I can’t disclose it to you yet, as much

as I would like to tell you but andizokwazi
until it’s done.
Teddy: Hhee wena, hayi khona something
njee you are up to and I hope it won’t put
you in danger.

Me: I hope so too mntase.

He nod and we spoke about other things,

we were at his house and I really enjoyed
our conversations. But then I had to go
home, and start on this investigation…

[AT HOME.]
I made sure my mini family was fed and
sorted, before I could get straight to work.
Ezile wanted to be with me in the study, but
I told him to not bother me ngoba he will
distract me. So I was seated in his study,
doing some research about Siyabonga
James on the internet hoping to find
something at least. But nothing really
important or leading…

Me: Siyabonga, you fucken hond.

I said to myself as I stumbled across some

articles about him and the bad things he
does, I read through them and as I’ve said
he is a very calculative person. But what
got me alert is that his articles were written
by the same journalist, Xoliswa Tyopo.

Me: Hayi marn, wait…

I tried zooming in the pictures where one

Siyabonga was being cuffed by cops,
outside a museum. He had a smirk on his
face, looking towards the crowd but what
confused me is that Xoliswa was in that
crowd of journalist and people smiling.

Me: Huh?

I took my phone and called Ezile, asking

him to come here and see if ndibona
ndedwa lento. This was an article of 9 years
ago, why would Bragadier and his friends
have an enemy older than them nge
decade? Ezile barged in the study and left
the door open..

Me: Is Junior asleep?

Ezile: Ewe baby, what’s wrong?

Me: Can you come and look at this. Andazi
if my mind anda eyes is playing tricks with
me, or what.

Ezile: Whuzet, sthandwa sam?

He came to stand next to me, I turned the

laptop to him and he looked at the picture
than back at me.

Ezile: Baby, why are you showing me

Siyabonga being arrested?

Me: Ezile look deep in these two pictures,

focus Bragadier and tell me what you see?

He looked squinting his eyes, then shook

his head side ways.
Ezile: Ndibona crowd looking at Siyabonga
being arrested, with some journalists doing
what they get paid for.

Me: Look at ubuso buka Siyabonga, isn’t he

smirking?

Ezile: Baby, le picture is not that clear.

Me: Le picture is clear if you look at it with

so much caution, baby please marn focus.

Ezile: Sthandwa sam, tell me what you

see?

Me: Look at Siyabonga smirking to the

direction of the crowd, in that crowd stands
a journalist smiling like a fool instead of
being occupied like the rest of these
journalists.

Ezile: What journalist?

Me: Nanku Ezile, her name is Xoliswa

Tyopo…she used to write all articles about
Siyabonga. And I only read two of these
articles, in my perspective lomntu ingathi
uyam thethelela uSiyabonga.

Ezile frowned looking at the laptop

screaming, he kept zooming and
unzooming the picture.

Ezile: Hayi baby, what if lomntu is smiling

ngoba she was happy Siyabonga was
finally getting arrested?
Me: Ezile, yhuu phuma apha ngoba uthetha
kaka.

Ezile: Love yam, I think you tired ngoku.

How many coffees did you drink?

Me: I didn’t take any caffeine, Ezile…

Ezile: I love you baby, and I really love

when you this sexy and all journalist mode.
But ngoku, I say you seeing things ngoba
you tired…

Me: You think ndidiniwe? Yet uzofuna

utyana nam before we sleep.
He chuckled and turned the seat, then bent
down to kiss me. His hands traveled up my
thighs, I moaned as he touched my vagina
over my thong. I pushed him away gently,
then looked at him.

Me: Ndi busy apha, I knew I shouldn’t have

worn this satin nightdress.

Ezile: Mna, I’m glad you wore it ngoba it’s

easy access. It’s nice and short, futhi the
red colour just does something to umthondo
wam.

I chuckled and seductively fisted his hard

dick, biting my lower lip. He groaned and I
removed my hand again, took of his pants
and I swallowed looking at it all hard with
veins popping. I clenched my thighs and
tried stroking him, Ezile quickly moved back
and wore his pants. I frowned looking at
him…

Me: Haibo, Guluva?

Ezile: On second thoughts, I think you don’t

deserve some.

Me: What?

Ezile: Kaloku wena, ufuna uhlala apha and

tire yourself. So ke….

Me: Are you really going to make me horny,

then leave me just like that?

Ezile: If you really want the cock, you know

where to find me.
I watch him walk out the study, haibo le
ndoda is he serious?

Me: Haibo, Ezile…

Ezile: Bye, baby.

He walked out chuckling, I looked at the

laptop then switched it off. I can always do
this ngomso, ngoba imbatyo iyabulala
sarna.

[FOLLOWING MORNING.]
I woke up to Ezile giving me kisses, I
giggled then opened my eyes looking at
him.
Ezile: Morning, soon to be Mrs. Ezile
Fanathi.

Me: You keep saying that, khona into

ondifihlela yona?

Ezile: Nope, qha in ndifuna uyazi njeee

wena ungowam. Nam ndingo wakho…

Me: Nayni, baby?

Ezile: Ka mina, ka wena, baby wam. We

are soulmates, bhabha and no one not
even obstacles will get in our way of pure
love.

Me: So wena you happy nam?

Ezile: More than happy, yhuu I wanna live
in your skin moc.

I giggled as we shared a passionate kiss,

he caressed my bare butt cheek and I
pushed him down getting on top of him. We
slept naked after the sex we had last night,
and I have to drink morning afters. I kissed
his lips, teasing his dick with my vagina. I
felt it getting hard then I circled it on my
hole, he grunt as I kept thrusting his tip in
and out me.

Me: Why am I this addicted to you?

Ezile: Same way I’m addicted to

you….mmm, fuck babe!
He groaned holding my waist as I slowly
slid down his dick. He should get ready for
the best ride…
·
·
I was now at the station, reporting the
traffick cop who took my license and never
gave it back.

Officer: Uthi who is this guy?

Me: He said ungu Lazola Mfusi, uyamazi?

Officer: No, but let me call the captain real

quick.

I exhaled and rolled my eyes immediately,

he left to call the captain yhoo bawo
andikho kwi mood yale ndoda. I was at
peace kule 2 years when I never saw him,
now this is how I have to see him again
after 2 years. Minutes later they both
walked to the front desk, he had this cocky
smile on his face.

Captain Thola: Haaa would you look at this,

long time no see.

Me: How I wish it could’ve stayed like that.

Captain: Suba rude. Anyways where have

you been?

Me: Ndize apha to report an issue, are you

going to help me or not?

Captain: Of course, I will help you.

Me: Lazola Mfusi, a traffick cop took my
license and never gave it back.

Captain: Wena umenze ntoni?

Me: I refused to go out with him. Andina

langa lonke, ndicela uxelel lomntu to bring
my license ngoku ngoba I need it.

Captain: So wena, you driving around

without a license.

Me: Sudlala mndaka, ngoba you know

damn well I can do that too.
We shared a very long stare, he won’t shit
on me lomntu rhaa. Uyava moc uba my
license was taken by some idiot traffick.

Captain: Fine, I will call Lazola and tell him

to bring your license.

Me: Do that and tell him akayizisi, I will

have him fired and make sure no one hires
him again. Plus I will sue him on top of that.

Captain: Yondi, have a seat on one of the

chairs.

Me: Please lo Lazola akawuleze, I have

matters to take care of.

I walked to sit on the chair, between this

pregnant teenage girl and a woman who
had bruises. I sighed knowing very well
what the bruises on the woman’s face and
neck mean, amadoda will rot in hell for
abusing us beautiful woman.

[SOME WHILE LATER.]

I noticed Lazola walking in wearing his
uniform, lo msoonu even has brackets. I
quickly approached him and he smirked.

Me: Ndicela license yam, if you know

what’s good for you.

Lazola: What? Are you going to send

Bragadier and his friends to kill me…

Me: You law people are very obsessed with

them, you mention their names even when
not needed.
Lazola: Subano msindo kaloku, yintoni na…

Me: Give me my license.

Lazola: Fine, I will give it to you ngoba I fear

to lose my job and I fear being sued.

I grabbed my license from his hand as he

handed it to me, I punched his balls and he
groaned bending. I stood up and fixed my
shirt then walked out, the road is going to
my company.
·
·
In my office, I had my phone and tablet in
front of me. With the picture I showed Ezile
yesterday, on the screen. Maybe I quickly
called the company she used to work in,
someone answered.

Me: Hi, is this Writings and News

company?

Receptionist: Yes, what do you want?

Yhuu so this is how some receptionist

answer their phone, rhaa I would fire umntu
onjee mna.

Me: I’m Yondi Mndini, a journalist from-

Receptionist: Media Ink! Ohh my gosh,

Yondi is this really you?
Me: Yes it’s me and I called just to know if
your boss is available?

Receptionist: I will put you through his line.

Gosh it was nice talking to you…

I can’t say the same, I hate rude people

shame ngoba imbi lanto ayenzayo. She put
me through her boss’s line.

Mr. Tshaka: Elvis Tshaka, hello?

Me: Hello sir, you talking to Yondi Mndini.

Mr. Tshaka: Yes, how may I be of your

help?
Me: I would like to know if Xoliswa Tyopo,
still works with you guys?

Mr. Tshaka: Xoliswa retired years ago, I

fired her and I don’t care about her.

Me: Ohh was there a reason for you to fire

her?

Mr. Tshaka: Waxoka wathi, I tried raping

her.

Me: Ohh xolo. I just wanted to confirm if she

used worked there, I would like to interview
her as she is a former journalist.

Mr. Tshaka: Goodluck with that, ndivile all

she does is sleep around ngoku. That is
what karma does!
The line went dead and I sighed, now I just
have to meet with Akhona and show him
this damn picture. I’m not paranoid ngoba
Xoliswa is smiling at Siyabonga, question is
do they know each other personally? Yes
the picture is not clear, but if Akhona does
those editing things or whatever they call
and just so it can be clear then he will see
what I see too. Andazi esasbhanxa
sendoda yam, sindixelele ngento yoba
“Ohh baby, you must be tired”. Xoliswa
Tyopo is who I’m meeting with, after
Akhona helps me with clearing this image.
And I have to make copies of all articles
written by Xoliswa Tyopo, about Siyabonga
and read them…is not make sure marn with
these two.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°
THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 184.
SIYAKHA NTOMBELE.
I walked out of the doctor’s office nervous, I
just found out that I’m 3 months pregnant.
Well this morning while getting ready for
work, I noticed that I had packets of pads in
my closet and they were not opened. Then I
thought deep looking then checked my
menstrual cycle app, it showed I haven’t
had my periods for 4 months and that’s
what made me up and drive to the doctor’s
before work. I wonder how would Mahle
feel if I told him this, maybe I shouldn’t tell
him ngoba we never really spoke about
having kids.

I got in my car and drove off to my father’s

second company, that is where he is
always at. While I work at his other
company. 48 minutes later, I was seated on
his office couch waiting on him. He came in
the office and I jumped to hug him as soon
as I saw him.

Tata: Hey sisi, are you okay?

Me: I have to tell you something. You might

be angry, but please forgive me.

Tata: I will never be angry at you, unless

you would tell me you quit work just to be a
umahlalela.

Me: I will never, yayazi I enjoy being

independent.
Tata: Good, iza let’s have a sit and tell me
what’s wrong.

We sat down on the couch, he held my

shaking hands and told me to relax and I
did.

Me: I just came from the doctor’s and I

found out I’m 3 months pregnant.

Tata: What? Are you serious…

He asked with a smile on his face, I nod

smiling and he hugged me thanking the
lord.

Tata: You have no idea, how I’ve been

praying for you to also have a family of your
own one day.
Me: That is the think tata, I’m scared to tell
my boyfriend about this pregnancy.

Tata: And why is that?

Me: Because me and him never really

spoke about having a family.

Tata: Just know that if he happens to deny

the baby, I’m going to father it. Don’t you
dare stress about being a single mother.

Me: You more excited than me.

Tata: You have no idea! I have to tell your

mother about this-
Me: No!

He looked at me confused, I shook my

head and looked at him with begging eyes.

Tata: Siya, what is wrong?

Me: I don’t want mama to know about this

pregnancy, she might kill my baby.

Tata: Why would your mother do that?

I told him about the other day, when my

mother visited me in my office and what she
said. My father looked very frustrated…

Tata: I hope you didn’t let your mother

manipulate you into agreeing.
Me: I didn’t. She said if I don’t agree she
will cut me off.

Tata: Sometimes I wonder why I’m still with

your mother, lamntu is just a walking stress.

Me: I know Tata, and ndizixelele that I will

let her be mna. I won’t let her depress me
more.

Tata: Tell me…

He blushed looking at me and I raised my

eyebrow, I laughed knowing exactly what
he is about to ask about.
Tata: Sundihleka marn. So is my young
crush back?

Me: Tata, Yondi is back and u’busy.

Tata: Jonga mntanam, if she wasn’t your

friend I was going to make her your
stepmother.

Me: Haaa, Tata?!

Tata: Serious yhoo, she is dream woman

lamntana. I think I should get her roses and
chocolates as a welcome back, she has my
heart.

Me: Tata stay away from my friend.

Tata: Don’t worry, nothing will happen. Just
that your old man had a serious crush on
her.

He smiled thinking deeply, I shook my head

laughing. I once mentioned it that my father
has a crush on Yondi, but Yondi didn’t
believe me at all.
·
·
During lunchtime, I called Mahle and asked
to visit him. He said he was at home, so I
decided to visit him and let him know that
I’m pregnant. I’m so nervous because
andazi how he will react to the news…I
informed my P.A that I’m going and I don’t
know when I’ll be back.
*
45 minutes later, I was parked in front of my
boyfriend’s garage. I exhaled nervously
before stepping out my car as he came out
to meet me half way, he smiled and gave
me a kiss before hugging me.

Mahle: Baby, unjani?

Me: Ndiright baby, wena?

Mahle: Standard. Awumhle, let’s go in.

We walked in the house and it looked clean

like always, we sat on one couch then
smiled at each other.

Me: I have to tell you something.

Mahle: If ucinga uzohlukana nam, unyile
Siyakha.

Me: Babe no, I will never break up with you.

Mahle: Nyani, love?

He asked me that blushing, I giggled then

kissed his lips.

Me: Nyani, I will never do that.

Mahle: I love you Siyakha, never ever doubt

that.

Me: I love you too.

Mahle: Okay, I’m waiting for you to tell me
zithini?

Me: Andazi how you will feel about this, but

ndimithi, Mahle.

Mahle: So you finally decided to tell me?

He asked that smiling from ear to ear,

pullinh me to straddle his lap. I made myself
comfortable on his lap…

Me: What do you me “finally decided to tell

you”?

Mahle: Baby, you always told I always

check your period cycle on my phone. I
always keep track of your periods, and
wena you haven’t got yours in 3
months…futhi you didn’t send me around
for period snack, since 4 months ago.

Me: So you not angry that, I’m pregnant?

Mahle: I’m actually happy, very happy baby.

This is going to be our first child…

He placed his hand on my stomach smiling

looking at me, I sighed out of relief. I told
him that I also found out about this
pregnancy today, he told me we have to
see a doctor together again just so he can
hear the baby’s heartbeat. I’m just happy
that he is happy, for a moment I thought he
was going to be angry.

×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××
××××××××
YONDI MNDINI.
I made copies of all the articles written by
Xoliswa Tyopo, all those that involves
Siyabonga James. I was còuped up in my
office reading the fourth one now, seems
like Xoliswa is criticizing every quoted
persons words in her articles. She was
more on Siyabonga’s side.

A knock disturbed my reading, I looked up

and told the person to come in. It was my
P.A…

Me: Akum, thought ndicele kakuhle not to

be disturbed.

Akum: I’m sorry mntase, but there is a

delivery guy here for you.
Me: For me?

Akum: Ewe, can I send him in?

Me: Okay, sharp.

She walked out and seconds later the

delivery guy walked in, carrying this huge
teddy bear, rosses wrapped with cash. A
box designed as a heart shape, and 3
giftbags.

Me: All those for me?

Delivery guy: All for you ma’am, please sign

here.
I smiled standing up then signed where
needed, I thanked him after he placed my
stuff on the table. He walked out the office
and I smiled looking for a card, I found it
and as I thought they were from Bragadier.

Card: “Baby wam ndedwa jwii, yayazi

andikho good kwezi weii ze romance talk.
But ndiqonde mandikuthi jize nge gift
nyana, thank you for loving me mama.
Ndiyaku thanda always and forever…there
is more to these gifts.”

I blushed then giggled covering my face, I

going through my giftbags first. He got me
two pairs of Dolce and Gabbana heels, I
couldn’t stop smiling sarna yhuu lendoda! I
took out the Roja Britannia Perfume from
the perfume box and puffed it once on my
wrist smelling it with my eyes closed. Then
last I untied the bow on the heart designed
box, I lift up the lid and gasped looking at
the cashed neatly rolled and stacked in it.

Me: Ezile, imali engaka…

I whispered to myself, the box was filled

with R200 notes only. Andazi how much is
it, but you could tell uba inintsi le mali. Yhuu
bethuna uGuluva iyamsinda imali, I mean
did he have to gift me with so much
money…on top of the money wrapped
arouns the roses, indoda endinayo kodwa. I
quickly took my phone and made a quick
boomerang, then a picture of my gifts..I
decided to call him and thank him, before
posting gifts on social media.

[VIDEOECALL.]
The phone rang once like always and he
answered, I blushed looking at his face
handsome appear on the scream. He
chuckled and looked at me.

Ezile: Baby wam, ndedwa jwiii.

Me: Guluva wam, I got the delivery from

you. Enkosi…

Ezile: There is more to it baby, isezi shorts

ezo.

I giggled and we spoke more, he told me he

was at a tattoo shop getting a new tattoo.

Ezile: I just screened grabbed le video call,

baby ndifuna uba bonisa wena umhle nakwi
video call.
Me: Ohh hayike wena, my cheeks hurts
from all this blushing.

Ezile: Ndiyi ndoda yakho wedwa baby, so

funeke ndikwenze umoyizele oko.

I giggled and we spoke a bit, before I told

him I have to get back to work. I drop the
call and squealed covering my face giggling
like a 5 years old, gosh ndi in love into
edikayo shem.
·
·
I was now with Akhona at his workplace, I
showed him the picture of Siyabonga and
Xoliswa on my tablet and he zoomed it in
squinting.
Me: Tell me you see what I see…

Akhona: Even though it’s not clear, I can

see that Siyabona is smirking looking ovet
the crowd.

Me: See, now look at the crowd. One of the

journalists, her name is Xoliswa
Tyopo…she is smiling looking at the
direction of Siyabonga.

Akhona: Let me quickly do my tricks and try

makin this picture clear.

Me: Please, AK.

He did his thing, minutes later he was done.

We both looked at the picture and I was
right, yhuuu bawo I knew I wasn’t being
paranoid.

Akhona: Mafungwashe, it could be that lo

Xoliswa was smiling ngoba she was happy
that Siyabonga is finally arrested.

Me: Bullshit Akhona, uthetha amarete

ngoku!

He laughed leaning back on his office seat

after I said that, I looked at him laugh. Nxaa
lo mnqundu is laughing while I’m being
serious, ndiyi joke mna ne? I grabbed my
tablet then left him laughing, if it wasn’t me
trying to protect myself from being
kidnapped by this Siyabonga again…I
would’ve dropped yonke lento. But also this
guy could target my friends too. First it was
Ezile telling me shit, now ngu
Akhona…rhaaa bayandinyela andikho
paranoid and I will prove it.

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INSERT 185.
EZILE FANATHI.
I had Yondi trapped in between my legs,
her head was on my chest as we laid in our
bed talking about anything in mind. My right
arm was burning, I had a very unique tattoo
done on me but it wasn’t done yet so it was
covered.

Me: Mafungwashe…
Yondi: Mhhh, Guluva?

Me: Ndiyaku thanda, sthandwa sam.

Yondi: Ndiyaku thanda nam.

She wrapped her arms around my waist,

then kissed my bare chest. I made her look
up at me then kissed her lips, we shared a
very passionate kiss then pulled out I
smiled closing my eyes then she gave me a
peck before laying her head on my chest
again.

Me: Akhona told me you left his office angry

today.

Yondi: I was angry, andithi you guys say ndi

paranoid about the picture.
Me: Kodwa baby, I didn’t say you are
paranoid.

Yondi: Yafana ingathi nitshilo.

I chuckled caressing her back, it’s around

23:00pm at night and instead of sleeping
we cuddling and talking. I love these kind of
moments…

Me: So uthi ngubani? Ngu Xoliswa

Ntshontsho…

Yondi: Xoliswa Tyopo, and I will keep on

investigating her ke wethu. I swear lo sisi
knows Siyabonga…
Me: Should we kidnap her?

Yondi: No Ezile, don’t kidnap her. Let me

handle this my way, please marn for once…

Me: Okay baby. My hand travelled to her

ass then I caressed it, I love everything
about my woman. Yondi is just perfect,
ndinomona ngaye…

I smiled and sang that song “Oksalayo

Siyajola by Mdu”, she sang the chorus with
me…arrg marn, kumnandi kwe yam I’love
izoba worse when we are married,
sophefumlisa abathakathi nge pipe.
·
·
Following morning, we were getting ready
for work. Yondi was wearing her light purple
woman power suite, with this sexy black
bodysuit. Her firm breast looked so perfect
in it, yhuu hayi lomntana.

Me: Hayi baby, yi lingerie le uyinxibileyo

kodwa.

Yondi: Why uzotsho?

Me: Jonga Yondi, ibatyiswa usajongile lento

uyinxibileyo…

Yondi: I will wear a blazer over it moc, hayi

Guluva nawe.

Me: Junior how does baby look?

Luzelwande: Umhle, she is wearing my
girlfriend’s favourite colour.

We chuckled looking at our son blush,

Yondi really hates the fact that Junior is
busy with girls at this age, while I find it very
cute. 20 minutes later, I helped Yondi wear
her heels. She was wearing the black Dolce
and Gabbana heels I gifted her with.

Me: Ndingafa if I would have such small

shoe size.

Yondi: Size 4 is a bad shoe size njena?

Me: Baby it’s bad, like very bad.

She giggled as I tickled the souls of her

feet, I like the white nail polish she has on it
looks very neat. Today I’m dropping her off
at work, ndifuna babone uba she has a
man. I really hope she will love the tattoo
this tattoo is to honour our love, ndiyi gone
guy nyani bethuna…

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YONDI MNDINI.
It’s around 10:00am and I was waiting for
an guy old friend of mine, to get here I
asked him to get me one of his getaway
cars. My personal assistant walked in my
office blushing, followed by Babalo…

Akum: Ms. Mndini, you have a visitor.

Me: Enkosi, babes..

She walked out and I stood up and
approached Babalo, we shared a hug then
pulled.

Babalo: Unjani? It’s been years I ever heard

from you.

Me: Ndiright wena?

Babalo: Ndiright, ndi relevant bhabha.

I giggled and he took the car keys out of his

pocket, it was toyotya car keys. I was about
to take them but he quickly ran his hand
up…

Me: Babalo ke..

Babalo: Tell me, what are you up too?

Me: I told you that indoda yam dropped me

off today at work. I have somewhere to be
now, so I need a car.

Babalo: Why not use one of your company

cars?

Me: Babalo uzondinika ezi car keys or not?

Babalo: Whatever you up too, be careful

Yondi. You too gorgeous and sexy to die,
can I at least be your chauffeur ke?

Me: Nope, I will drive myself.

He chuckled and finally gave me the keys, I
smiled thanking him. He started to ask me
about Akum, my P.A and I laughed listening
to him tell me uyamfuna and umfuna
shushu so I should make a plan during the
week and guve her a day off, so he can
take her out. Babalo is a guy I know from
high school, we used to talk and he was in
grade 12 when I was doing grade 9. Most
people thought we were dating at school,
but we never entertained them.

[2 HOURS LATER.]
I drove to the address that I found pinned
on one of Xoliswa’s picture’s, I was just
taking my chances on this address ngoba
andina guarantee if this address really
belongs to her. I stopped in front of the
complex gate, a security walked to my side
of the window and I rolled it down.
Me: Hi, bhuti. Unjani?

Security: Ndiright, wena?

Me: Ndiright. Ndingu Yondi Mndini, a

journalist…

I showed him my access card and he nod

his head.

Me: I’m looking for usisi ongu, Xoliswa

Tyopo. Uyamazi?

Security: Ohh ewe, uhlala apha kule

complex.
He told me where to go from here and the
number of Xoliswa’s room, just as I was
about to drive in a black Range Rover with
a number plate that had “SJ” initials drove
out. I looked at the driver carefully as he
drove pass the car I’m driving, the driver
had a hoodie on and shades. I drove in as
soon as his car was out of sight and I
looked at the number plate I wrote on my
phone notes.
·
·
I found Xoliswa’s room and knocked on her
door, she opened a while later looking
drunk as hell.

Xoliswa: Hi, ungubani and what can I help

you with?
Me: I’m Yondi, a journalist. Can I come in?

Xoliswa: Ngena, beware though ndinxilile

and andazi if I can answer your questions.

I walked in and the smell of sex and alcohol

immediately hit my nostrils, it’s like lomntu
never let fresh air in. She showed me to the
lounge, condoms with sperms were on the
floor and some of the sperm on the couch.
Tjoo hayi, uli xhelegu lo sisi worse umdala.

Me: Did I come at a wrong time?

Xoliswa: No, my boyfriend just left so I

could use some company.

Me: Okay, ndinga hlala?

Xoliswa: Hlala. Yafuna Savannah?

Me: No thanks.

She nod sitting on the 2 seat couch that

had sperm, I sat on the one seat them
looked at her gulp her Black Label.

Me: So you a former journalist?

Xoliswa: Yeap…

She burped and giggled, gosh I pray I never

turn out to be like her one day.

Me: How is life of being a former journalist?

Xoliswa: Amazing actually, I curse the day I
studied journalism.

Me: Why?

Xoliswa: I had to risk my life for certain

things, I tried to be famous for my work but
it didn’t succeed. Until I met Siyabonga, my
boyfriend…

She smiled thoughtfully looking to the

ceiling, so I was write lomntu knows
Siyabonga personally.

Me: Siyabonga? The guy you used to write

about?

Xoliswa: You read my articles?

Me: Ewe, I’ve always looked up to you
growing up.

I lied through my teeth, ngoba I want her to

spill the beans.

Xoliswa: Well those articles were just a

thing to keep people busy, Siyabonga came
up with the idea of writing them.

Me: Came up with the idea, how?

Xoliswa: He said if I write about him,

ndizoba well known like I want. I hated him
back then, but after he promised me love
and the world I fell for him.
She chuckled and drank her beer looking at
me.

Xoliswa: Siyabona is the one who maintains

me financially, une fianceé yena and uthi
uzondenza his second wife.

Me: And you believe him? Don’t you think

he used you for his infidelities…

Xoliswa: I was at a point ndicinge njalo, but

then I stopped thinking about negative
things.

Me: So uhlala apha nawe lo Siyabonga?

Xoliswa: Hayi, I can’t tell people uba uhlala

phi…ngoba he is running away from one of
his young enemies, he stole from them and
he is planning to steal more.

I frowned opening my mouth to talk, but she

dosed off just like that. Fuck! No, no,
couldn’t she wait for me to at least find out
more. Yhuuu lo sisi unxila ikaka, just hope
she won’t remember me when she is awake
and sober. I texted Bragadier to text his
friends that we should meet at the
warehouse, I found some little information
at least.

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INSERT 186.
EZILE FANATHI.
Few days later, with Yondi’s help we
managed to find Siyabonga and delt with
him. We totured him and he died due to
torture, we wanted to kill Xoliswa but Yondi
stopped us and told us not too because she
doesn’t know us. Yondi and I were chilling
together, home alone Junior was at Yondi’s
father with Bullet obviously.

Yondi: So you really don’t want to show me

le tattoo yakho?

Me: I will show you baby, pholas…

Yondi: Okay ke, ndi pholile.

I chuckled and removed the bandage from

my arm, I sat next to her and she looked at
the tattoo in aware.
Yondi: These are my eyes moc, how did
you?

Me: Remember this one time I took a

picture of your eyes up close?

She nod and traced her hand over my

tattoo.

Yondi: Look at the details, Guluva…you can

literally see that these are my eyes.

Me: Look at the small Roman numerals

clock, over here.
I pointed to the clock, she smiled caressing
it then looked at me to explain the meaning
of it.

Me: The clock is pointed to the first day we

met, April 22….la mini wandi bhaxabula
nge handbag yakho kwi jewellery store.

We shared a laugh and started talking

about that day, that day is the day I fell in
love with her at first sight.

Yondi: Wasn’t this painful?

Me: Nope, ndingu Bragadier mna

Yondi…the only thing that will pain me like
nyani, is losing you.
I pulled her closer to me then kissed her,
she straddled my lap responding to the kiss
then pulled out.

Yondi: Yazi uba which tattoo of yours is my

favourite?

Me: Which one?

Yondi: The jaguar tattoo on your neck.

She kissed my neck where the tattoo is, the

same tattoo that almost had her write an
exposeè about me. I chuckled spanking her
ass, I love Yondi nyani and the fact that in
two weeks is our lobola negotiations
ndivuya nyani.

[2 WEEKS LATER.]
I sat on the bonnet of my car and smiled
from ear to ear, seeing Yondi walk out her
father’s yard approaching me. She looked
very sexy in that headwrap and her Nude
long dress. I jumped off the bonnet and met
her half way, we shared a long happy hug. I
pulled out then smashed my lips on hers,
she giggled pulling out.

Me: Baby wam, awumhle yacaca

namhlanje ugqityo lobolwa.

Yondi: I’m happy it’s finally over, yhuu I

thought tata wam uzoni gxotha.

Me: I told you yandi ncanywa taima lakho, I

can’t wait for you to officially become Mrs.
Fanathi…
Yondi: Imagine njee…didn’t my father give
your uncles a hard time?

Me: Nope and ndikuphe millions pha, you

worth millions baby.

She blushed and looked away, I bit my

lower lip then picked her up kissing her and
sat her on the car bonnet. We pulled out the
kiss…

Me: Don’t forget ngomso we are leaving

ngo 15:00pm.

Yondi: Siyaphi? Your mother is also excited

about me and you leaving tomorrow,
undisaphi?
Me: Somewhere apho sizoba alone, baby
wam.

Yondi: Okay.

Me: Maybe senze a little sister for, Junior?

Yondi: Haaaa! Yhuu Ezile, ain’t no way I’m

going to labour ward again.

I laughed closing my eyes, ndi sure

kuyanyiwa pha but uyadlala lo. I’m getting
her pregnant again, ndifuna omnye
tikoloshe mna. And I can’t wait for this
weekend, because I want to surprise her
with her push present. I never had a chance
to get her a push present after she gave
birth to our adorable son.
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MPUMI SIBEKO.
I have been suspecting that Sive is
cheating on me, because he changed his
phone password. Ogqiba everytime I
sleepover at his house, he makes sure that
he sleeps with his phone under his pillow.
Like now I was at his company looking for
him, but his P.A told me he didn’t come to
work today. How is that possible? Ngoba I
talked to him an hour ago and he claimed to
be at work.

I sat in my car feeling hurt, I never thought I

would snoop around because of a cheating
man. I cried a bit then called Akhona….
[PHONE CALL]
The phone rang thrice then he answered on
the fourth ring.

Akhona: Mpumi?

Me: Akhona, hey…unjani?

Akhona: Ndiright, wena? Are you crying…

Me: No, ndine fever. Can you do me a

favour?

Akhona: Zithini?

Me: Can you track down Sive’s location for

me, but make sure this stays between us.
Akhona: Haibo, Nompumelelo whuzet ?

Me: Akhona ndiyaku cela, ndi desperate.

He told me he will get down to it now, then

send me the location. I just hope that he will
not call Sive and tell him ndifuna location
yakhe. Minutes later, I received Sive’s
location then drove straight to it.
·
·
Some while later, I was parked in front of
this mansion big gate and a guard was
coming towards my car. He finally got to my
side and I looked at him.

Me: Molweni, tata.

Guard: Molo, ntombi. Singaku nceda?

Me: Bakhona abantu apha?

Guard: That will depend on why you want to

know.

Me: Ohh ndingu Mpumi, sister ka Sive…he

sent me his location and told him to bring
his USB.

Guard: Ohh, come I will open for you.

He walked to the gate and opened, as I

drove in I noticed two more guards sitting
on chairs smoking. I waved as thank you
then drove through the gate, whoever lives
in this mansion must be rich. I parked my
car then jumped out of it, walking to the
front door.

[IN THE HOUSE.]

I walked in and saw a big potrait on the wall
of an old lady, she looked like your typical
old slayqueen, yellowbone and thick body
wearing a blonde frontal weave. I walked
further in the house then stopped on my
tracks hearing the loudest moans ever, my
heart raced and I decided to follow the
moans. I saw a slightly opened door down
the hallway, it looked like some study and
when I opened my heart dropped as I saw
my man riding the old lady I saw on the
potrait. He was fucking her hard on top of
the study table, groaning in enjoyment…

Me: Sive…
He quickly looked up and so did the
woman, they were both sweating and Sive
cussed pulling out and getting off her. I
quickly ran away crying as he called out to
me. I ran as fast as I can, when I run, I run
kemna…I got to my car and quickly got in,
just as Sive ran out the house wearing his
boxers. I started my car ignition and drove
out to the big gate, I made a lot of noise
hooting so the security could open for me.
They did and I sped off with my broken
heart and my tears blinding my vision. So
Sive is busy cheating on me with someone
in his mother’s age? Hayi bandile sarna,
ndashiywa ngumntu ongu mama at that.

[1 HOUR LATER.]
I got in Sive’s father’s office, when I’m
heartbroken I do things without thinking
twice. He frowned looking at me talking on
his office phone with someone, I quickly
locked his office door so that his P.A or
anyone doesn’t just barge in. I slowly took
off my thong and tights that were under my
mid thigh dress.

I walked over to him then unbuckled his

belt, unzipping his pant then took out his
dick. He tried stopping me but I slapped his
hand, his wife has to forgive me ngoba this
is the only way I will hurt Sive nam. Taka
Sive wrapped up his call as I completely
removed his pants and underwear, I
straddle his lap. He tried pushing me off but
I held on to him, my arms wrapped around
his neck.

Taka Sive: Suka, wenzani?!

Me: Shhh no one has to know, tatazala.

Taka Sive: Nompumelelo, andazi what got
into you but-

I shut him up with a kiss, then teased his

semi-hard dick with my vagina. He pulled
out the kiss and looked at me…

Taka Sive: We can’t do this, you dating my

son.

Me: Your son hurt me, he broke my heart

can you heal it?

Taka Sive: Nompu-

I slide down his now hard dick moaning, he

grunt gripping my waist. Once his dick filled
my hole, I started to ride him and bounce
on his dick like a fucken pornstar…old man
was enjoying, ndi sure his wife doesn’t ride
him at all…I hate what I’m doing, but khona
la saying ithi “Break my heart and I fuck
your father”. Something along those lines…

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THE JOURNALIST.

[BONUS INSERT.]
MPUMI SIBEKO.
I was now bending over the table, with my
upperbody. Taka Sive, was drilling my
pussy and I swear he tore me because he
was fucken rough for his age…lomntu is
like 52 and he has this kind of stamina, I
moaned as he pressed my head against the
table fucking me hard. I shook and cummed
twice, when I was down he tapped his dick
on my vagina then slid in again fucking me
hard.

Me: Ohhh, fuck…yes, yes, yes…

He grunt work his waist, I put my one leg on

the table just to spice things up and he
spanked me fucking my senses away. I
squirted and he tapped his dick against my
vagina as I squirt for him, my body
vibrating. He pulled me up to sit on the
table and we kissed as he pulled me closer
to him shoving his dick in me. I rolled my
eyes throwing my head back as he gave
me good.
·
·
He finally came inside me and I moaned
moving my waist as he offload his sperm in
me, he pulled out his dick and I looked at
me.

Taka Sive: This shall not happen again,

guess I missed the adrenaline of having
office sex so I gave in to you.

Me: Kodwa you enjoyed me, I have to say

you have stamina for days. Now I know
Sive takes after you…

Taka Sive: What did my son do to you?

Me: He cheated, I caught him fucking some

eldery lady.
I chuckled then got off the table, his sperm
ran down my legs as I stood up. I giggled
and he handed me tissue.

Me: Telling by this much sperm of yours,

yabonakala your wife has been depriving
you.

Taka Sive: No, qha ndi blessed kwi cala le

sperms.

Me: Mmmm, mandinxibe ndihambe. Hope

no one heard my loud moans…

Taka Sive: My office is sound proof, please

make sure you take some thing to prevent
you from getting pregnant.

Me: Subana stress andizo mitha mna.

I got done wiping his sperm on my legs,
then walked to where my undies and tights
were. I bend picking them up slowly, my
vagina did that farting sound and Taka Sive
chuckled. I shyed away and wore my
undies, before unlocking his office door
walking out his office. My legs were
shaking, and the tear on my vagina kind of
burned as I walked out rhe building. Hoping
my walks is selling me out that ndigqibo
tyiwa.
·
·
I drove to Teddy’s house, so I can rest
there ngoba I know Sive is probably waiting
for me at my house. Teddy welcomed me
and told me to shower ngoba I smell of
sweat, does he blame me? Ndi suka
kweyona sex eshushu with my boyfriend’s
father, I have no ounce of regret but my
heart still hurts because I thought Sive
loved me and would never cheat on me.
Ngoku sendilala noTata wakhe, just to hurt
him.

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SIVE NODLINGA.
I kept tapping my feet on the floor trying to
call Mpumi, but her phone kept sending me
to voicemail. My phone pinged notifying a
WhatsApp message, I opened it and came
across pictures of Khululwa’s big vagina. I
quickly deleted the pictures and blocked her
number, she is the reason why my
relationship is probably over. What was I
even thinking fucking a older woman,
Khululwa is very flirtatious and that’s how I
ended up having an affair with a her but she
is 46.

I was about to call Yondi, but I remembered

that she is probably bonding with Bragadier
celebrating their lobola negotiations. I’m
really proud they finally going to get
married, they really love each other. I called
Teddy and he picked up..

Teddy: Yhr, Sive?

Me: Sho, is Mpumi with you?

Teddy: Kanti kwenzeka ntoni? Yes she is

with me…

Me: Okay, don’t tell her ndiyeza apha

kwakho. I want to surprise her…
I quickly dropped the call and walked out
Mpumi’s house, I locked the door with the
spare keys and head to my car.
·
·
At Teddy’s house, he told me Mpumi was in
the guestroom sleeping. Akhona was here
and he gave me the eyes, I nod and he
shook his head looking disappointed. I
know he is going to beat the crap out of me
for cheating on Mpumi, it wasn’t my
intentions to cheat on her but it happened. I
finally got in the room, then locked the door
walking to the bed then lightly shook her,
she opened her eyes and quickly sat up
looking at me frowning.

Me: Stnandwa-
Mpumi: Don’t you dare call me that, ufuna
ntoni apha sfebe?!

Me: Calm down, I can explain.

Mpumi: How do you explain cheating! You

cheated Sive and I caught you riding and
drilling that old lady, sies Sive!

Me: It wasn’t my intentions to, I swear

mntwam.

Mpumi: How long have you been cheating?

Ngoba I started to notice the signs a 1
ago…
I swallowed looking at her eyes, they were
swollen and red you could tell that she was
crying. Fuck, I broke the promise I
continuously reminded her I will never
break…which is cheating on her.

Me: I’ve been fucking with her for 3 weeks,

uxolo baby-

Mpumi: So wena, you fucked her and then

uzotya nam? Lamntu is very old and ndi
sure kudala ehambe lala! The diseases she
probably has…

She put her hands over her face and cried,

my heart broke and I felt my tears falling
too. I tried touching her but she yanked me
away.
Mpumi: Sundi bamba njaaa!

Me: Baby I’m sorry, ndicela undixolele.

Mpumi: Ulilela ntoni? While you the one

who cheated on me ne xhegwazana!

Me: I’m sorry baby, ndicela uxolo nyani.

Mpumi: You still going to cry Sive, I will hurt

you 100 times more…you will regret
cheating on me, I won’t break up with you
but ndizoku bonisa uba 2 can play the
game.

She got of the bed and flinched as soon as

her feet touch the floor, I watch her walk to
the ensuite then banged the door shut and
locked. I cussed underneath my breath then
clenched my jaws, what did she mean “2
can play the game”? Is she going to cheat
on me…tjoo ndiyi fool kodwa, my phone
rang and I saw answered.

Me: Sho?

Khululwa: Hey, ndim-

Me: Mamela, I blocked you for a reason.

Stay the fuck away from me, relationship
yam is in the pits because of your old
pussy.

Khululwa: Yet you were chowing this old

lady’s pussy not long ago, yazi I can still
feel your dick deep inside me. Maybe I
should invite my friend to join us for a
threesome, uyawazi umcimbi wakho sarna.
Me: Don’t make me kill you ne? Ndi you’ve
read about me and my friends on the
papers, so sucinga kuba ndikutyile
andizoku bulala. Stay the fuck away from
me, while you still can.

I dropped the call and held the bridge of my

nose feeling frustrated, fuck I messed up.
Mpumi will never trust me again!

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INSERT 187.
THINA SODLAKA (MAMVULANE.)
I was sitting with Gloria, we were discussing
what I’m going to wear to my trip to Dubai
with Sbusiso in a few days. Yes, you heard
right Mamvulane is going to travel to Dubai.
I’m glad my daughter made passports for
me and her, a year ago. I didn’t know the
importance of it until now.

Gloria: Hayi shlobo, so are you and Sbusiso

official?

Me: We are trying something. He is a good

loving man, just want le divorce yam and
Mxolisi to be over so I can love him freely.

Gloria: What’s stopping you from loving him

freely now?
Me: With still using the Sodlaka surname,
and the law still knows me as a Sodlaka
then makes me feel some way.

Gloria: So kengoku, you will change your

surname back to Gamede on your
important documents once you divorced?

Me: Ewe mntase, andazi about Nozibele

though.

Gloria: Okay let’s not stress. For now wena

just be happy uzoya eDubai, yhuuu sarna!

Me: His going for business that side, but

uthi he wants me to travel with him ngoba
that’s how it will be from now.
Gloria: So every country he will go to,
uzohamba nawe?

Me: I guess. La ndoda has indlela of

making me say “Ewe Sbu, ndiyavuma”.
Without even thinking…

Gloria: He loves you and you love him. I’m

glad you finally opening up to love, you
deserve a happy ending Mamvulane.

I smiled and drank my juice, I truly do

deserve a happy ending. Sbu and I have
been very close lately, nase mall when he
takes me shopping people always thinks we
are some married happy couple. Sbusiso
isn’t afraid to be lovey dovey with me in
public, that’s what I noticed about him.
·
·
Sbusiso came to fetch me, I’m sleeping
over at his house for today and trust me this
makes me feel like a teenager.

Sbusiso: So bhabha, can we first go to the

picnic park?

Me: Picnic at night?

Sbusiso: Ewe tshini, people do that

nowadays.

Me: I would love too ke.

He held my hand smiling then kissed it, he

told me he is excited for us to do many
couple things together. Travelling is the
most of them.

Me: So is Dubai a lovely country?

Sbusiso: Very lovely, Mamvulane omhle.

I’m about to take you places, bhabha.

Me: I’m nervous about being on air though,

yhuu imagine if plane izowa nathi.

We shared a laugh and he put his big hand

on my thigh, I felt butterflies in my stomach
then blushed.

Sbusiso: Don’t worry, I will be next to you

holding your hand.
Me: Okay, that will ease me.

Sbusiso: Then maybe after your divorce,

siye eParis.

Me: I’ve always wished to go to, Paris. You

have business that side too?

Sbusiso: Nope, but sizoya kwi vacation. We

will shop like crazy that side, kiss in front of
the Eiffel tower.

I giggled as we planned going to Paris

ingathi it’s going to happen now, maybe
travelling wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Look
at me Mamvulane, I’m about to travel to
Dubai for the first time.
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××××××

YONDI MNDINI.
I don’t know where Ezile was taking me, but
his mother and my stepmother seemed to
be excited about this trip. My father was at
his happiest, together with Ezile’s father.
They were so drunk talking to the top of
their lungs as our families were having a
braai, celebrating the fact that Ezile paid
dowry.

Nikitha: Sis, I’m so happy you going to be

my sister-in-law.

She gave me a tight hug, then her twin

brother Luvuyo joined in the hug. I giggled
as all 3 of us shared a hug, Ezile was
braaing some meat with my brother.

Me: Luvuyo usele ne?

Luvuyo: Tuu sisi, jonga ndizoma ngomlenze

oyi 1.

He tried standing with his one leg, but

stumbled and we laughed.

Luvuyo: Hayi kawume ndini shiye,

ndihambe ndiyo bukela cartoons with my
nephew.

Me: Please tell Luzelwande, anga phinde

anike Bullet ezinye treats ngoba uzogula.
Luvuyo: So is it fine if I give Bullet, some
Savannah?

Me: Vuyo!

He laughed jogging in the house, Nikitha

and I sat on the couch that was outside the
poolside. We covered ourselves in one
fleece and cuddle, she was tipsy and so
was I.

Me: So any boyfriends yet?

Nikitha: Promise you won’t tell on me during

pillowtalk?

I giggled and we made a pinky promise, I

caressed her head as she told me she is
dating a 18 years old doing matric.
Me: That is not a bad age difference moc,
you 16.

Nikitha: I know sisi, but yazi sometimes I

feel like he is just with me for the sake of
being in a relationship.

Me: Why usitsho?

Nikitha: Khuselo is your typical, bad

boy…he doesn’t feel the need to confess
his feelings, but he is super jealous when it
comes to me. Kodwa I wish I could hear
him say “ I love you, Nikitha” for once.

Me: Wena do you tell him you love him?

Nikitha: I used to sisi, but then I stopped
ngoba veske ndi feel.e as a fool. Imagine
telling someone you love them, gqiba yena
athi “Sharp,baby”. Tjooo nka loma electric
fence!

We shared a laugh and she went on telling

me about this boyfriend of hers, she really
is in love shem.

Me: Tell you what, baby? Wena just sit

down with your boyfriend and talk to him,
communication is the best kwi relationship.

Voice: Ngubani okwi relationship? Nikitha

uyajola…

I looked at Ezile, when did he get here?

Ngoba he was standing with bhuti Abulele
at the grill ngoku njena, Nikki squeezed my
hand under the fleece.

Me: No akajoli, but ebebuza how do mna

nawe keep a healthy relationship.

Ezile: Hmmmm ngoba if uyajola Nikitha,

aze axelele lo laaitie ndawuyi dubula inye if
izokulilisa njee.

Nikitha: Bhuti, andijoli nyani.

Ezile: I don’t believe you two, you both are

good liars ngoba omnye yi Journalist and
then omnye ufuna ubayi Lawyer.

Nikitha and I laughed looking at him, Ezile

asked Nikitha to excuse us for a sec and
she did. He sat between my legs and laid
his head on my breast, I chuckled kissing
the top of his head.

Ezile: Andinxile baby, awurhaleli sivaye

kule braai?

Me: And have our parents bite our heads of

for dogging them? Ngeke sarna.

Ezile: Worse they are celebrating us ke,

yazi ndivuya nyani that I finally paid lobola
for you sthandwa.

Me: I’m happy that you are happy. Mna ndi

forever happy with you..

He turned to look at me, then kneeled

between my legs before kissing me. We
shared a passionate kiss under the
starlights and moonlight.

Abulele: Yhey! Yhey! Ndaku betha

Bragadier, not phambi kwam kaloku!

He shout from where he stood, Ezile and I

laughed pulling out. I gave him 2 pecks
before we went back to cuddling, it was a
chilly night though I wonder if Junior
uyinxibile Jersey na. Just then he came
from the house in a hurry smiling, carrying
Luvuyo’s phone. It looked like he was on
videocall with someone, he finally got to us.

Luzelwande: Bazali baka Imi, I’m going to

show you my parents now.
We heard a male and female voice say
“okay Juju”, as Junior came to stand next to
us. A eldery lady and man appeared on the
screen, we greet them and they greet back.

Woman: Ndingu Nosicelo, this is my

husband Sbulelo. We are the parents of
Imibongo…

Me: Ohh thina sizi parents zika

Luzelwande. Ndingu Yondi and lo ngu
Ezile…

Sbulelo: Siyavuya unazi, unyana wenu uthi

ufuna ujola nentombi yethu.

Ezile: Hima, uImibongo yi ntombi yenu?

Sbulelo: Ewe injalo.

Ezile pinched me and I kicked him holding
my laugh, I know that ufuna ugeza lo swine.

Me: Okay, uphi yena uImi simbone naye…

They called her and she showed up on the

screen, I smiled and greeted this adorable
baby girl.

Me: Hello, bhabha.

Imi: Molo, mama.

Me: Nxapona, uright?

She nod her head blushing, Junior giggled

hiding his face on his father’s chest. We as
the parents laughed at how shy he
suddenly is, he must really like this girl. I
spoke to the Imibongo a bit, before we all
bid goodbyes since Luvuyo came looking
for his phone.

Ezile: Tjoo Junior, hayi usphathela

abakwekazi abguge kanje!

Luvuyo: Yhey nam ndothuke ndafa ndoku

bendiba bona, tjuuu ngeke sarni!

We all laughed and Junior was lost, worse

Imibong’s parents are not that. They look in
their early forties, qha Ezile ufikelwe
sisgezo.

Luzelwande: Masambe lume, Bullet

angaphumi atshone kwi pool.
Luvuyo: Hayi I must get paid for best uncle
of the year, jonga ndiyenziswa apha.

We chuckled as they walked away, I tickled

Ezile and he bit my arm laughing. I pulled
his ear and he pinched my thigh, I quickly
wrapped my thighs around his neck and we
both fell off the couch hitting the ground
laughing. He tickled me and I burst out
laughing, trying to tackle him but he was too
strong.

Maka Ezile: Hayi yintoni nina?

Ezile: Yondi undiqalile…

Me: Hayi suphosisa, ndiqalwe nguwe Ezile.

His mother giggled walking to bhuti Abulele,
I got the opportunity to stand up and run.
Ezile ran after me then caught me scooping
me up, I laughed as he walked back with
me to the couch we were occupying. He
gently laid me down on it, then we both
laughed at our stupidness. Yhooo childish
abazali baka Junior, sarna.

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INSERT 188.
NIKITHA FANATHI.
I’m Bragadier’s little sister, ndina 16 years
old and I am your typical houseworm, but I
do have 2 friends, Sesona and Phiwokuhle.
They always drag me to these parties like
today…it’s Saturday and we are going to
some party that I don’t know of. I was still
enjoying my half sleep, when my twin
brother got in my room and jumped on top
of me.

Me: Luvuyo, mnqundu wakho! Sudika

marn…

Luvuyo: Makuvukwe, ku Saturday kaloku

ithini into!

Me: Ndiyonxila obviously, suka phezu

kwam uyandisinda.

Luvuyo: Ndikapha kaloku, let’s go to the

mall mntase.
Me: Andifuni rhaa, you never accompany
me nawe.

He wrapped his arm around my neck

chocking me, I screamed trying to fight bim
off. He tightened his grip and I bite him
hard, he screamed letting go of my neck.
Why did I have to get a twin brother? Yhu
he is annoying shem.

Luvuyo: Msoonu wakho!

Me: Nxxx, nawe rhaaa!

He stood up on my bed looking at me, J

frowned looking at him.

Me: Luvuyo ha.ana ke ne, mamaaaaa!

He threw himself on top of me, I slap his
cheek once and he laughed cuddling me.
Rhaa yadika le shit, I let him lay his head
on my breast.

Luvuyo: Tell me ke…how have you been?

Me: Good, wena?

Luvuyo: Superb, twinny.

Me: Yazi I’m happy sis Yondi is going to be

officially part of our family.

Luvuyo: Me too yazi, I never thought our big

brother would love umntu kanje. I don’t
blame him though, sis Yondi is a whole
package.

Me: At least I will have umntu to talk to nge

personal issues zam, yhuu she will be my
walking diary.

We shared a laugh, I really love sis Yondi

and I’m happy for both her and my brother.
Love yabo is something one can look up
too, I want to have that kind of love one
day.

Luvuyo: So wena ndivile that Khuselo can’t

shut up about you.

Me: He is my boyfriend njena, so uzothula

njani endithanda.
Luvuyo: I just hope he won’t hurt you,
ngoba ndizom khaba any nyiii. I don’t even
want to see a single tear on your face
because of him.

I giggled kissing the top of his head, this my

twin brother this one and he is very
protective of me.

Me: I love you, mntase.

Luvuyo: Hayi, hayi…I don’t love you mna,

rhaa!

I slap his back hard, he laughed arching his

back then told me he loves me too. We sat
there gossiping about people at school and
trust me Luvuyo is a gossip king.
[FEW HOURS LATER.]
We were now at the salon, I was installing a
26 inch weave and it’s black in colour
obviously ngoba I have school on Monday.
Luvuyo was his annoying ass, sitting next to
me taking videos and pictures of me as the
hairdresser did my hair.

Luvuyo: Awumhle wele, yhuu ufuze mna

wena.

Me: Rhaa ngoku umbi kangaka wena,

Luvuyo.

Luvuyo: Unganya sarni, not mna darli.

The lady laughed and I listened to them talk

about me like I’m not here. Some while
later, the lady was done with my hair and I
thanked her. Luvuyo paid for me then we
walked out, he told me we should go outfit
shopping sinxile nge outfit ezintsha. See my
brother spoils me rotten when he wants,
mna I’m enjoying this ngoba andizo khupa
cent.

Me: Une mali sarna, hayi I should consider

doing forex trading nam.

Luvuyo: Ndatsho uba let me teach you how

to trade, but wena waske wandixelela kaka.

Me: Ohh hayike, you should trade for me

moc.

Luvuyo: Yandinyela, hayi yandinyela.

I giggled clinging to his arm, we walked in
at Puma store ngoba he said he wants to
buy both of us some new sneakers and he
did nyani. I was clinging on to him this
whole time and he didn’t mind, we went to
get ourselves some outfits and then I
accompanied him to the barber shop.
·
·
Around 14:00pm in the afternoon, we were
already at home and my parents were still
at the Mndini residence. I got a call from
Khuselo and he asked to pick me up, I told
him to come and some minutes later he
was here. I walked to the GTI, he was
driving and he came out of the car smiling
then gave me a tight hug.

Me: Hey, unjani?

Khusela: Ndiright, bhabha. Wena?

Me: I’m good. You smell good, like always.

Khuselo: And wena umhle, I lov-

He paused then closed his eyes sighing, I

wonder ebezothini. He kissed me before
opening the passenger door for me, then
buckled me up on the seat. He jogged to
his side then got in the car, fixed his Puma
cap then held my hand driving off to
wherever. He parked in front this
apartment, I looked at him.

Me: Whose apartment is this?

Khuselo: My big sister’s, I asked her to

borrow it to me ngoba I want us to talk.
Me: If you going to break up with me, just
tell me straight away no need to be-

Khuselo: Bhabha, I’m not breaking up with

you. Not now, not ever…

He held the sides of my cheek then kissed

me, I smiled then sucked his bottom lip and
he chuckled. We got out the car and walked
in the apartment, I smiled seeing the little
setup with balloons and so many giftbags
and presents.

Me: Khuselo?

Khuselo: Surprise, bhabha.

Me: Is it my birthday?

Khuselo: Nope babe, I just felt like spoiling

my woman.

He stood behind me and kissed my neck,

he pulled me to the couch then sat down.
He pulled me too straddle his lap and I did.

Khuselo: I’ve never been in a relationship

before, nawe yayazi lonto ngoba before you
I was known as a “Fuckboy”. But you came
into my life and changed me, now I’m all
about you Nikitha.

Me: I’m all about you too, but I don’t want to

commit myself too much ngoba maybe one
day you’ll wake up and your feelings for me
will be gone.
Khuselo: Yabona ke ngoku, uthetha kaka
baby. I know I never tell you that “I love
you”, and ndine reason zam for lonto.

Me: What reasons?

Khuselo: Bhabha, ndoyika that the minute I

tell you ndiyaku thanda…uzoveske udikwe
ndim then undishiye.

Me: I will never do that, not unless you

cheat on me.

Khuselo: I will never cheat on you, why

would I be in a whole relationship only to
cheat?
I smiled caressing his cheek, he gave me a
peck then rubbed our noses against each
other.

Khuselo: I love you, Nikitha. I love you

nyani, ndayazi it will seem like sometimes
ndiyaku bhanxa but ndiku thanda
kakhuluuuu.

Me: I love you too.

We shared a kiss before he told me to open

my gifts, I wonder ndizothi where I got all
these expensive gifts at home.

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INSERT 189.
EZILE FANATHI.
So I’m excited about these coming few
days, I hired a event hotel 6 hours away out
of town and everyone will be there. By
everyone I mean Yondi’s father, stepmother
and stepbrother. My parents and siblings,
my friends and Yondi’s friends with our son
and Bullet our grandson. A lot will happen
in this few days, firstly I’m gifting Yondi with
her push present which is a car. Then I’m
proposing to her, I’m so nervous I won’t lie
but ndi happy. Yondi and I will use a private
apartment for today, where I will gift her
with her push present and then the
following day we’ll drive to the event hotel
where everything will happen.
Yondi: Babe why are you not telling me
siyaphi?

Me: Baby wam, uzobona wena xa sifika

pha.

Yondi: So when are we leaving?

Me: After we go to all our make over

appointments, ndifuna sibebahle.

Yondi: You spoiling me this much, I wonder

what you up to Guluva wam…

I chuckled then stood in front of her, she

was wearing this sexy looking dress. It was
mid-thigh with long sleeves and a
turtleneck.
Me: Awumhle baby, what is the name of
this outfit?

Yondi: Allover Geo Print Mesh Bodycon

Dress.

Me: Yhuu hayi, don’t it have a short name?

Yondi: When I ordered it online, it was

written like that so andazi.

Me: Mnk, uveze amathanga abatyiswayo.

She laughed wrapping her arms around my

waist, and I chuckled wrapping mine around
her neck then gave her multiple pecks.
Yondi: Bazo batywa bayeke.

Me: Ndibatywe ngoku mna, uthi ndithini?

Yondi: Nawe uzobatywa uyeke, tshini.

She gripped my buttock and I frowned

looking at her, she giggled biting my chin.

Me: Sufuna ndiphambane baby, don’t do

that to my ass again.

Yondi: Yet you do it to mine?

Me: You can’t manhandle me, tshin hayi

sisi.
Yondi: Kawunxibe wethu, sizo kwazi
uhamba.

Me: Ndicela kiss ke…

She gave me a kiss, I shoved my tongue

inside her mouth and we shared a tongue
kiss. I grabbed her breast and she moaned
freakly, I know she is doing that to lure me
into temptation but nope, not today.

Me: Dlakaza kuku unye mna, njee undiqala

nje.

Yondi: Yhuu hayi, xolo.

We shared a brief laugh and we shared few

more pecks, I spanked her and she giggled
as I walked to my side of the closet. I wore
my black pants and my Men Half Placket
Solid Polo Shirt, my shirt was nude in
colour matching Yondi’s dress.
·
·
My mother just called to tell me the that
yena and Yondi’s stepmother, were at the
private apartment and they preparing to set
up the romantic setup. I couldn’t be more
happier, just can’t wait to see the look on
Yondi’s face when she sees everything. I
smiled looking at her and the maroon long
weave really complimented her skin, her
eyelashes were popping and she laminated
her eyebrows. Her nails were perfectly
done, I was given the honors to choose the
shape of them and I chose “Stiletto Square”
I feel like the diamond engagement ring will
look perfect with them.
Me: Azintle, baby.

Yondi: Ne? Maybe I should take you to

every nail appointment of mine, so you can
choose a nail shape, design and colour.

Me: Jonga lo Ezile, uhleli smart on your ring

nail.

She wiggled her nails and I chuckled, she

always make to write my name on her ring
nail ngoba I told her too. I looked at her
admiring her beauty as they finished the
touch ups of the nails, awww the love of my
life.

[7 HOURS LATER.]
I parked my car on the private apartment
yard, Yondi looked at me smiling.
Me: That was a long drive ne?

Yondi: Ewe baby, but you seemed to enjoy

it.

Me: You kept me company kaloku.

I took her hand and kissed it, ndi sure our

mothers were gone by now and the setup
was done. I asked to blindfold her after we
climbed off the car, she allowed me and I
carefully guide her in the apartment. As
soon as we were in, I walked to the setup
and removed her blindfold and she looked
at the setup, before looking at me with teary
eyes with her hand over her chest.

Me: Surprise, baby.

Yondi: Ezile…andazi what to say.

Me: Don’t say anything wena, just relax and

unbox your gifts.

Yondi: All these for me?

Me: All for you, you deserve everything and

anything in this world baby.

She walked to me and gave me a hug, I

chuckled as we shared a long as hug. She
looked up to me and I smiled wiping her
falling tears, then gave her a long peck.

Yondi: Enkosi, I feel so spoilt.

Me: Awukaboni nix wena, just watch and
see.

I bought her all name branded gifts,

jewellery, heels, sneakers, perfumes,
clothes…she deserves more than this. She
sat down and I made a video of her as she
unboxed her many gifts, the excitement in
her eyes had me smiling like a fool.

Later that night, we went to dinner and I just

couldn’t wait for it to be tomorrow. Where
the bigger things happen, in the afternoon
her push present will be delivered then later
at night I’m proposing at the event hotel.

Yondi: Are you happy?

Me: Mna, baby? Ndi more than happy, with
you by my side all is well.

Yondi: Thank you for loving me, I never

thought one day I would find someone who
love me this much.

Me: I never thought that I would ever love,

you changed me Yondi. I would kill myself if
you would wake up and decide to leave me
one day.

Yondi: No need for killing yourself, I will

always be there..

Me: Forever and always?

Yondi: Always and forever, Guluva wam.

I took her left hand and kissed it, then we
enjoyed the rest of our night.
·
·
Following day, Yondi and I were wearing
matching outfits. She was wearing her
Luios Vuitton dress, I was wearing a black
chino and a Luios Vuttion T-shirt.

Me: Ndicela sithathe picture, babeeeh!

Yondi: Okay, but what’s the occation?

Ndidiniwe mna, I thought we staying in the
whole day today.

Me: Stay in njani? It’s thee most special day

today, hayi sugeza.
I stood behind her then kissed her neck,
she giggled then grind on my dick. I
spanked her ass and she we shared a
laugh as she stood up straight again, I love
it when we become freaky at some point.
We took some few pictures, then my phone
rang and I excused myself.

Me: Sho, is the delivery here?

Mike: Yes, come get the car keys.

I quickly walked out to me the guys who

brought Yondi’s push present, we greeted
and I thanked them taking the keys before
going back in the apartment.
Me: Baby, come ndifuna ukubonisa
something!

Yondi: I’m still fixing my hair!

Me: Hayibo, iza ke or ndizokushiya mna!

Yondi: Ndishiye kaloku, ndidiniwe mna

ngoba ubundi khwele ubusuku bonke!

I laughed softly as she said that, she

appeared smiling then walked to me.

Yondi: What’s this you want to show me?

Me: It’s outside, let me cover your eyes.

Yondi: Haibo another surprise?

Me: Ewe baby, another one.

She chuckled as I stood behind her

covering her eyes with my hands, she held
my wrist as we walked out.

Yondi: Don’t make me miss a step, please

marn babe.

Me: I got you, chill…

Yondi: Are we there yet?

Me: And we are here. Are you ready?

Yondi: Hima, wait…ndaske ndane anxiety

all of the sudden.
I laughed as she did few breathing
exercise, she told me she is ready. I
removed my hands from her eyes and
stood next to her, she blinked rapidly
looking at the yellow Lamborghini Urus I got
for her.

Me: And this here baby, is your push

present.

Yondi: Please, stop joking wena. Moto

kabani lena?

Me: No yeyakho serious, baby. This is your

push present, remember I never really got
you one.

Yondi: Ezile…
She paused then put her hands over her
face crying, I smiled then gave her a tight
hug.

Me: Baby, sulila kaloku.

She couldn’t stop crying, it’s a good thing

she had no make up on. I kissed the top of
her head as she cried, tears of joy with her
head on my chest. She calmed down
minutes later, I looked at her red eyes.

Me: Ulilelela ntoni?

Yondi: This…hayibo, I-
I wiped her tears and pulled her in a hug
again, she was a crying mess.
.
·
I manage to calm my woman down, she
was now sitting on the driving seat of her
new car.

Yondi: Haibo, I’m still in disbelief.

Me: Kanti baby, this is yours. Yayazi njena

Guluva wakho, would never play you like
that.

Yondi: Tjoo baby, but ndiyi owner of a

whole Lamborghini Urus?

Me: Injalo baby, one of your dream cars.

Yondi: Enkosi Guluva, enkosi
kakhulu…jonga I feel so emotional.

Me: Don’t cry again, hayike uzobane ntloko

ebuhlungu.

She leaned back on the car seat and wiped

her tears, she exhaled then blushed looking
at me. I stepped closer to her, then pulled
her by her chin giving her a kiss. I love my
woman, I just hope she says “YES, I WILL
MARRY YOU” tonight ngoba yi
engagement all the way. Andazi what lies I
will bring up, maybe ndizothi we going to
gala dance or something…ngoba the dress
itself screams “lady of the night”. All thanks
to Teddy, he got Yondi’s measurements so
that the designer can design the dress.
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YONDI MNDINI.
I wonder what Ezile is up too? He was
dressed wearing a designer Black Tuxedo
and he looked so damn fine.

Me: Guluva, kanti what is happening?

Ezile: We going out for dinner, nditshilo

njena.

Me: All dressed in design?

Ezile: Ewe tshini, we going to a very
luxurious restaurant and nathi funeke sibe
luxurious.

Me: Okay…

I giggled and asked him to help with my

dress zipper, he zipped it up and smiled
looking at me ingathi he is in his zone. I
was wearing a desinger Sequin Tassel
Rhinestone Lady Glitter dress and I looked
very WOW, whoever designed this needs to
design my wedding dress.

Me: Guluva..uright?

Ezile: Hmmm?

Me: Uright? You kind of zoned out on me..

He quickly pulled me close to him and
smashed his lips against mine, we shared a
passionate kiss and he didn’t want to pull
out. We finally pulled out and I smiled
looking at him…

Me: Are you good?

Ezile: Umhle baby, umhle nyani.

Me: Enkosi…umhle nawe.

He kissed me and helped me wear my

heels, we continued with our preparations
and left once we were done.

[1 HOUR LATER.]
We were parked in front of this event hotel,
and I noticed some very familiar cars on the
driveway.

Me: I know these cars njena…

Ezile: Well, our friends and parents are

here.

Me: Here, did you make reservations for

everyone?

Ezile: I booked the entire event hotel, they

are here to celebrate our lobola
negotiations.

I giggled but stopped, when I notice him

giving me a nervous chuckle.
Me: Why are you nervous?

Ezile: Nervous? Mna uBragadier? Hayi

baby, you seeing things.

Me: Hewethu, ndiyabona you nervous.

He sighed and held my hand, I looked at

him confused and he smiled.

Ezile: I love you, Yondi…ndiku thanda

nyani, baby and nguwe ondenza nervous.

Me: I love you.

Ezile: Okay, let’s get in…ndi sure everyone

is waiting on us.
We walked in and went to where our family
and friends are, Junior came running to us
and gave me a hug as soon as we stepped
in.

Me: Hi, baby.

Junior: Hello, mama. Hello, daddy…

He also hugged his father, sis Babsie and

maka Ezile came to give us hugs and trust
me they seemed excited. My friends too,
along with Ezile’s…ndi confused shem uba
kwentakalani. Ngoba the decore here was
exquisite, but let me enjoy the night with my
loved ones.

Tata Ezile: Yondz, awumhle molokazana.

Me: Enkosi, tatazala.

Tata: Yhr kwedini, Bragadier.

Ezile: Taima ka baby wam.

My father gave him a chuckle, before

blowing me a kiss. Ezile pulled out a chair
for me and I sat down, I wonder what did
they do to Bullet ngoba he is not here. Ezile
sat next to me, andazi why he looks so
nervous.

Luzelwande: Mama, can I sit on your lap?

Please…I miss you.

Me: Okay, iza.

He happily came and sat on my lap, we all
dinned ke and Ezile was very nervous
shem. I know my man and ndimazi kakuhle,
I can tell that he is nervous but for what?
·
·
Some while later, we were all chatting and
laughing when Teddy’s phone rang. He
stood up and left to answer it, he looked
good sarna on his pink glittery suit and
blonde 28 inch weave. I held my man’s
hand as everyone shared engaged in a
conversation…

Me: Guluva wam, uright?

Ezile: No, ndi alright baby.

Me: Okay, andazi why undixokisela…but
okay.

He kissed my hand and we chuckled when

Junior copied him and kissed my hand too
smiling. His hair was tied in plaits, ndi sure
that Teddy did this ngoba he looked very
adorable. Teddy came back smiling so
hard, he looked at me.

Teddy: Yondi, accompany me quickly.

Me: Siyaphi?

Teddy: Iza marn, ndifuna ukuhlebela.

Everyone looked at me and I sighed

standing up, before handing Junior to Ezile.
I followed Teddy to the room he used here,
once we were in he gave me a long hug.

Me: Hayi marn, uright?

Teddy: More than alright, I’m happy for you

chomi. You basically leaving your happily
ever after…

Me: I know right, the way I resented

marriage but soon ndizobangu Mrs. Ezile
Fanathi.

Teddy: I told you uba you will eventually

change your mind about marriage.

Me: If it wasn’t for my love for Guluva, trust

me I would still hate marriage.
He teared up and I sulk also feeling tears
on the brinks of my eye.

Me: Aaah Teddy, don’t cry you will make

me cry.

Teddy: Uxolo it’s just that, I’m so happy for

you mntase.

Me: Okay, kodwa if you cry I will cry I

swear.

Teddy: Hayi don’t you dare cry, you can’t

ruin your make up we still have a long night.
He carefully wiped his tears and we
giggled, his phone pinged and he looked at
it then smiled.

Teddy: Do you mind if I blindfold you?

Me: Hayi why?

Teddy: Trust me chomi-

Me: Hima, is this one of Ezile’s suprises?

Teddy: Kawuze Yondi, tshini suka.

I chuckled as he turned me around, then

carefully blindfolded me.
Me: Teddy unentlonti xa uthanda, please
don’t make me fall.

Teddy: I won’t, ndizoku bamba babes.

Awumhle by the way, I knew this dress will
fit your body ingathi yenzelwe kuwe…

Me: Hebethuna, so you helped Ezile find a

designer for le dress?

Teddy: This dress was made by 2 of your

employees, they know they job damn well..

To say I was shocked, my employees are

true designers nyani sarna. I wonder which
2 employees are those, I have to reward
them with something nyana. Teddy walked
me and we even took an elevator, minutes
later I felt a cold breeze meaning we are
outside.

Me: Hayi, sifuna ntoni phandle Thokoza?

Teddy: Kawuyeke ubayi journalist.

I laughed and slowly walked for a while, it

felt like we were now walking on grass and
it was damn silent sarna. Kanti the fuck is
happening?
We finally stopped.

Teddy: Okay, count till 10 and then remove

the blindfold.

Me: Okay.
I counted til 10 then slowly removed the
blindfold, my heart raced looking at the big
designed glow in the dark words in front of
me written “Will You Please Marry Me?” I
held on to my chest feeling all sorts of
emotions. This place looked like a garden,
the garden lights turned on confirming that
this was indeed a garden. I saw the rest of
the elegant décor, there was also a bunch
of different coloured roses each wrapped
with R200 notes.

Voice: Baby…

I turned around only to find Ezile on his one

knee before me, a opened ring box that had
what looked like a real diamond in it. I
teared up looking down at him as he took
my shaking left hand, removing the promise
ring.
Me: Ezile…

He smiled looking at me deep in the eye,

my heart was beating out of proportion. I
carefully wiped my tears with my free hand,
as he still held my left hand he looked
nervous.

Ezile: Hi, baby wam.

Me: Hey.

Ezile: You noticed how nervous I was

earlier on, this is why.

He swallowed and sighed, I noticed a

photographer and our friends and family
holding their phones doing videos. I sighed
feeling emotional as hell, looking at my
nervous man.

Ezile: Yayazi baby uba I’m not good with

words but when it comes to you, I try my
very best.

Me: I know.

Ezile: The very first day I saw you at the

jewellery store, I fell for you instantly. I was
in denial of my feelings at first, but lo denial
ndayibeka kwi side and I approached you.
Wena, Yondi wandibetha nge designer
handbag yakho not giving me a chance.

Everyone laughed as he said that, I smiled

wiping my falling tears as I remembered
that day. The very first time I came face to
face with thee Bragadier.

Ezile: From that day, ndazixelela I will find

you and pressure you ude ubengowam. I
managed to get you, you loved me
regardless you being a well-known
journalist and me being a notorious
gangster. You weren’t afraid to love me
phambi kwabantu, with you around I feel
like a different man. You changed me into a
better man…

He kissed my hand clenching his jaws, I

could see he wanted to cry.

Ezile: Baby, I won’t go further ngoba

uyayazi things we’ve been through. You
know my deepest darkest secrets. Yayazi
ndi thanda wena wedwa, more than
anything or anyone. Futhi you know I will
love you until I die, if there is life after
death…I will love you then too.

Me: I love you too.

He smiled holding in his tears, fuck I was a

emotional mess.

Ezile: So… baby wam ndedwa jwii?

Me: Guluva wam?

Ezile: Kawundi vuyise even more, kill me

nge happiness baby and please marry me?

Me: Uba ndithe andifuni?

Ezile: Yhuu yaxoka baby, waziwa nangu
tatakho uba uyayithanda indodako wedwa
le indim.

Everyone laughed, I giggled wiping my

falling tears and nod my head yes smiling
so wide.

Ezile: Yima uthini? Andiyi understand sign

language, mami.

Me: Ewe, ndiyavuma uku tshatha Guluva

wam.

He finally let his tears fall, then slid the ring

on my finger before I helped him up.
Everyone was cheering and hyping as we
shared a kiss and hug, I didn’t want to let
him go ngoba I was a crying mess. I giggled
pulling out the hug and we wiped each
others tears as everyone came to
congratulate us, gosh the ring was so
heavy on my finger but I will get used to it.
Pictures were taken, yonke lanto and
Luzelwande was clinging on to me giving
me kisses all over my face…

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

We were in the hotel room, making love
with the scented candles lit around the
room. Something was different about this
love making session, we were sharing eye
contact and taking our time. I wouldn’t be
surprised if I get pregnant…

I touched his bare chest as he kept giving

me slow, gentle deep strokes my pussy
getting even wetter. His groans were
everything njee, he tangled our fingers
together then smiled at me.

Ezile: Ndiyaku thanda…

He whispered before groaning, I moaned

arching my back as his pace upped a bit his
rod stretching my pussy walls. He kissed
me, the pleasure was intensifying…minutes
later we both came and Ezile came inside
me like always, he laid next to me breathing
heavily pulling me to his arms.

Me: I still want more, Guluva.

Ezile: Haa yhoo, khona ozomitha tonight.

Me: Hayi, I rebuke bhuti baby.

We giggled and I looked at him smiling, he
gave me a passionate kiss then we pulled
out some seconds later.

Me: I want to sleep with you buried deep

inside me.

Ezile: Yondi, baby wam your wish is my

command.

Me: Ndicela enye round futhi.

He chuckled holding my waist as I kissed

him, settling on top of him. He kept grunt
between the kiss as I teased his hard dick
with my vagina…
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MPUMI SIBEKO.
I sat on the toilet seat crying, holding on to
my stomach. We were still at the event
hotel, Sive and I were sharing a hotel room
and I just found out from my doctor I’m 3
months pregnant. Before coming here, I just
felt the need to do test ngoba Sive was
fucking that old woman and I wanted to be
sure if ndise healthy. My doctor just sent
me my results stating I’m healthy, but I’m 3
months pregnant.

A knock came through the ensuite door.

Me: Go away, Sive!

Sive: Sthandwa sam, we need to talk

ndiyakucela.

Me: Andifuni uthetha nawe, ndicela

undiyeke.

I sobbed and he tried opening the door, but

it was locked. I heard him sigh, maybe I
should punish him more by hiding this
pregnancy from him.

Me: Why did you have to be here when me

and your father are in a rocky pace, bhabha
hmm?

I whispered holding my tummy talking to it, I

put my head over my mouth then cried.
Maybe I should visit my grandparents
emaxhoseni for a few week, just for fresh
air njee ngoba Sive put me through shit
shame…him groaning on top of that old hag
will live rent free in my head, I’m shattered
shame yhoo.

[SOME TIME LATER.]

I stood up and washed my face, my eyes
were swollen and red. My head was
pounding and I just want to sleep njee, I
can’t even take painkillers ngoba andikho
sure if it’s good for pregnant woman. I
unlocked the door and stepped out the
ensuite, Sive was nowhere to be found in
the room and that was a relief. I quickly
changed into my sleepwear, then got under
the bed covers taking my phone. I smiled
looking at the pictures and videos I took of
Yondi, during her surprise engagement
party. She looked very sublime, true
goddess and I’m so happy for my friend.

Just then the room door opened and Sive’s

cologne filled the room, I felt disgusted
suddenly.

Sive: Sthandwa sam?

Me: Sive whatever you have to say, ndicela

uyitsho ngomso. Right now andikho kwi
mood, ndine ntloko and ndifuna ulala.

Sive: Okay, I hate the tension between us.

Me: You caused it, so ke bhuti lie down in

your bed of lies.
I turned off my phone then made myself
comfortable in the bed, closing my eyes
waiting for sleep. But the throbbing
headache just couldn’t allow me to sleep.

[FOLLOWING MORNING.]
I woke up with my head feeling worse, hayi
this is not normal shem. I looked besides
me and Sive was not here, I sighed then
took my phone just as Sive walked in the
room smiling carrying breakfast.

Sive: Sthandwa sam, I came with breakfast.

Me: Enkosi, Sive.

He sighed and came to my side, then sat

down before giving me the breakfast. I ate
silently while he stared at me.
Sive: Mpumi, I’m sorry I didn’t intentionally
hurt you-

Me: Suthetha ikaka, Sive. Your affair with

that old hag went on for 3 fucken weeks,
you had intentions of hurting me!

Sive: Baby-

Me: Ndicela utya breakfast yam in peace,

your presence just disgusts me.

He clenched his jaws then quickly stormed

out the room, I swallowed and my hand
found it’s way to my tummy. I shouldn’t
stress like this, I’m pregnant for fuck sake!
·
·
I was now in a elevator ngoba I’m meeting
with my friends, Yondi asked to meet us
where we had dinner last night and I just
can’t wait to be in her arms. The elevator
whisked and I walked out, going to where
we had dinner last night at the lobby. As
soon as Yondi saw me, she smiled and
God she was gorgeous as always and her
glow was on milestone right now.

Yondi: Heeey!

Me: Hello to you, someone’s fianceé.

She giggled as we shared a hug, she tried

to pull out the hug but I held on to her then
sobbed. She sighed hugging me tightly, this
is just what I needed.
Yondi: Talk to me, what is wrong?

Me: Can you just hold me? I will tell you

yonke into once the others get here.

Yondi: Okay, just know that I love you

evha?

Me: I love you too.

She kissed the top of my head, while

comforting me. We supposed to be
celebrating her but here am I ruining her
day with my crying, seconds later the rest of
our friends got here and I was now done
crying. We all shared a happy moment, with
them still admiring Yondi’s engagement ring
I mean that is a real diamond. Just hope my
friend won’t be robbed by this foolish
gangsters and amaphara for that diamond
on her finger.

Teddy: Hhee sarna, you had them prepare

a whole lunch just for us?

Yondi: Ewe tshini, they didn’t mind and

ndicela sihlaleni guys and enjoy ourselves.

Siyakha: Whuuuu sarna, Yondz

mntase…indoda yakho is monied wena
rhaa.

We all giggled, no really ngoba he booked

this event hotel just all of us.

Yondi: Hayi rhaa, it’s not like amadoda enu

aren’t rich nani.
Teddy: Kodwa Bragadier! Yhuu I mean
lomntu got you a Lamborghini Urus, as a
push present! Hayi I have to test drive it
rhaa..

Me: Ndikwazi ke wena, Teddy!

We laughed and sat down on the table that

had our lunch, the food smelled good njee
sarna.

Yondi: Before anything, I just wanted to

thank you guys for the support and love. It
means so much to me…

Busi: Baby girl, you don’t have to thank us

ngoba that is what friends are for.
Liyema: True that! I mean this friendship is
all about supporting each other and
celebrating each other moc marn.

Siyakha: Yaaas bitch! And I would be

damned if I would lose you guys.

Us: Never!

We had our lunch over light conversations

and laughs, I was eating like hell. So was
Busi sarna, she is also pregnant kanene so
that is why.

Teddy: Yhuu ndambaleka wanya uAkhona

last night during!

Us: Haibo, why?

Teddy: Sarna bangani, la njaa was drilling
my anus qondba rhaa!

We laughed as he went on talking to the top

of his lungs, Teddy is forever talking sarna.
After lunch the chef came with Appetizers,
mmmm this looks good and yummy. Yondi
thanked him and we sat there having our
appetizers…

Yondi: So chomi zam, ninjani? How can I

not ask such important question.

Teddy: Mna yayazi uba ndi fabulous, as

always.

Yondi: Ever wa fabulous ke wena.

Liyema: I’m also happy bethuna, ndibulela
ubomi obu soft.

We giggled looking at her, she is really at

her happiest u’chomi. I’m proud of her
ngoba she almost lost herself because of
Lukholo.

Busi: Yhuu mna ndi happy, but ndine stress

of going to labour ward again in months
time.

We laughed looking at her, she really

looked stressed caba kuyanyiwa nyani pha.
I’m about to experience lonto soon nam…

Siyakha: Guess I will join you soon, for the

first time.
Liyema: Wait…what?

We all looked at Siyakha, she giggled

sipping on her juice.

Yondi: Siyakha, are you…

Siyakha: Pregnant, yes ndimithi.

Teddy: Hayi! Halalal!!

We all congratulated her, Yondi was so

excited ingathi she is the pregnant one. The
thing about Yondi she is not afraid to show
her happiness for omnye umntu, guess that
is why she is always so lucky ngoba
unentliziyo entle ukufa uchomi.
Me: Well, I guess this is the time where I
also confess.

They looked at me and I sighed nervously.

Me: But please guys, this has to stay

between us ndiyani cela.

Liyema: Mpumi, what is it?

Yondi: This will stay between us chomi,

yayazi we respect each other’s personal
matters.

Teddy: Ewe, thetha bitch!

Busi: Ohh, Teddy…

She giggled, yhuu Teddy and his
seriousness makes me very nervous at
times.

Me: I got an SMS last night from my doctor,

claiming that ndi pregnant.

Yondi: Hayini guys, mntase congratulations.

But why do you look so sad? Futhi earlier
on you were crying…

I put my hands over my face and cried

again, I felt Yondi hug me again. I mean I
know it’s her telling by her fragrance, it was
silent for a while.

Busi: Mntase whatever is happening, just

know that stress is not good for the little
one.
Teddy: Nompumelelo, is this about Sive?

Yondi: What did Sive do?

Teddy: He cheated on Mpumi.

The ladies: WHAT?!

Yhuu uTeddy! Well he knows ngoba kaloku

he is the first person I went to after the
ordeal, well second ngoba tata ka Sive was
the first…I calmed down the pulled out
Yondi’s embrace.

Me: Ewe, he cheated on me…with some

old slayqueen lady.
Busi: Kanti uSive, unjani?

Teddy: Ngu devil! Inja le inoboya.

Yondi looked angry, but she maintained her

anger and kept her calm.

Me: He doesn’t know that ndimithi, I’m

planning to hide this pregnancy from him
ngoba he fucked me up.

Siyakha: That’s good. Funeke abone nge

sisu sesikhulu, rhaa uyaku qhela moc!

Yondi: At this point andazi noba ndithini, I’m

sorry you going through this mntase.
Me: I will be fine. Ndizoya emaxhoseni for a
few weeks or maybe a month, just to calm
down njee and think things through.

Yondi: Whatever that will bring you peace

mntase, as long as hurt and anger won’t
make you do drastic things.

Teddy: Yeah, unyansile uYondi.

If only they new, I already went overboard

drastic and fucked his father. My clit
throbbed just by thinking of his father’s dick,
I know it’s wrong but old man knows his
business. My friends kept comforting me
and giving me best advices, I’m so grateful
for them.
Teddy: Yhuuu animithi, niya tyutyuza
minqundukazi!

We laughed as he said that drinking from

his glass of wine, but akaxoki though ngoba
nako simithi. Well excluding Yondz and
maYema…

[FEW HOURS LATET.]

I was now with Sive, we were in the open
lounge of the hotel.

Me: I need a favour from you.

Sive: Anything, baby.

Me: I need space-

Sive: What?

Me: Ewe, I need Sive. I’m disgusted by you,

ndizo hamba for a few weeks just think
things through.

Sive: Uyaphi?

Me: To visit my grandparents,

emaxhoseni…I don’t want you following
me, ngoba you the same reason ndiya pha.

Sive: Baby, I’m sorry for what I did. I really

am…

Me: Yazi andazi noba I will ever trust you

again. La mama could be a problem in our
relationship in the future and andifuni
drama mna, ngoba you know I will kill her.
Sive: I swear she won’t be a problem.

Me: Sive, I told you kwa kudala if you get

tired of me just tell me ndizohlukana nawe.
Ndathi don’t cheat on me, ngoba it will
break me…but you went and cheated.

Sive: Uxolo baby, I swear it won’t happen

again. Andazi kwenzeke ntoni…

Me: As we take space from le relationship,

ndifuna ucinge and ucingisise if you really
love me.

Sive: Mpumi, ndiyakuthanda…ndiku thanda

nyani.
Me: You don’t cheat on someone you love,
you don’t hurt them. Just think njee, if I’m
really still the one for you…you will get
enough time of thinking while I’m away, I
wouldn’t be surprised if you would go back
to ixhegwazana lakho and fuck her senses
while I’m gone. But just know if I find out
that happened, ngoba nothing stays
hidden…then it’s over between us.

I stood up and walked to the room, I closed

the door and sat on the bed crying. My
heart really hurts, what did I do to deserve
such? I heard the door open and shut, then
felt Sive embrace me as I sat on the bed
sobbing. He was also crying, gosh it hurts!

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INSERT 192.
AYOLA MSIMANGO.
I was with my kids in my new apartment yes
I finally moved in a apartment and it was
very suitable and spacious. I sat between
my kids ready to tell them that I’m divorcing
their father.

Me: So babies, mommy has something to

tell you.

Abongwe: What is it, mama?

Me: Ummm, daddy and mommy are not

together anymore.

Iminathi: What? Why…

Me: Because daddy hurt mommy-

Abongwe: I told you, I hate him!

Me: Abo…

I looked at my angry son, he said all mean

things about his father then ran to his room.
I closed my eyes then sighed as he banged
the door shut, I looked at my daughter who
looked sad about this.

Iminathi: Mama, are you fine?

Me: I will be fine. I’m just worried about you

and your little brother.

Iminathi: I will go and talk to him.

She stood up and left me in the lounge, I
sighed feeling the tears on the blink of my
eyes. I’m so young for all this, yhuu Libo
really fucked me up but ndizo dlula
nalapha. Minutes later, my kids came and I
looked at the anger written in my son’s
eyes.

Me: Boy, come to me…

Abongwe: I want to go back to grannies,

mama. I don’t want to see you sad.

Me: Ndizoba right-

Abongwe: No! I want to go back to grannies

and tell dad when you meet him, I want
nothing to do with his ugly self!
He stormed back to his room, I cried and
my daughter came to sit next to me and
comfort me. I need to find a therapist for my
son, I refuse to have a child growing up with
anger issues.

[2 HOURS LATER.]
I had dropped my kids at my parents house,
I also found maka Libo there and we had a
chat. I mean I have nothing against her
except hating her son, she was worried
about me and I reassured her ndizoba right.
I was now in my car driving to the mall, I
need some wine njee to keep me energized
and brain awoken.

Some time later, I was in the liquor store

getting what I wanted. I purchased my
alcohol then walked out, I bumped into
Inathi and she looked very different shem.
She was so thin and had sunken
eyes…guess karma is dealing with her real
bad.

Inathi: Ayola, awumhle.

Me: Enkosi.

I tried walking but she held my arm, my skin

crawled just by her touch. She quickly
removed her hand when I looked at it then I
walked away to my car. Just as I got in a
private number called me, I sighed and
closed the door answering.

[PHONECALL.]
Me: Hi.
Voice: It’s me, Amanda-

Me: Jonga stay the fuck away from me, if

you know what’s good for you.

Amanda: Please, I need to talk to you

chomi.

Me: Andiyo chomi yakho gqwirha, fuckoff!

I dropped then call then threw my phone

between my thighs, I exhaled before driving
to my house.
·
·
At home, I took a shower just to feel
refreshed and then wore just my robe and
nothing under it since this is my apartment
after all, plus it’s just me njee here. I
grabbed my laptop then my bottle of wine
and walked to the lounge. I sat on the floor
opening my laptop and switched it on, I
opened my bottle of wine then gulped it as I
wait for my laptop to finish logging in.

Me: Just hope I will find the best therapist.

I sighed then went online searching for best

therapist nearby, I really need to sort out
my son’s anger issues. I mean…he is still a
toddler to be dealing with such, hayi sarna
Libo uyenzile ikaka struu.

[1 HOUR LATER.]
I was still at it and I was a bit drunk, ngoba I
finished two bottles of wine. When one is
stressed, they drink alcohol like water… A
knock came through my door, I frowned
and sat silently hoping whoever that was at
the door would go away. My phone rang
and I cussed trying to reach for it, I got it
and answered.

Me: Mpendulo?

Mpendulo: Why are you ignoring my knock?

Me: You the one at the door?

Mpendulo: Ewe, sweetie…vula please.

Me: Ndiyeza.

I sighed and stood up, quickly ran to the

kitchen to hide the bottle of wines. One
thing I know is that Mpendulo uzondiyuca
for stress drinking, I walked to the door and
opened smiling. He squint staring at me…

Mpendulo: Nana, don’t tell me you drinking

again?

Me: Mna? No…of course not.

Mpendulo: Ayola…

He got in and I moved back as he closed

the door, he quickly held the back of my
neck and kissed me. I didn’t respond so he
shoved his tongue in my mouth before
pulling out chuckling.

Me: Okay you got me, I only drank one

bottle.
Mpendulo: Jonga I have no problem with
you drinking, but suselela kwi stress ngoba
you will over do it.

Me: Yes, daddy.

He chuckled then I walked before him, I

wonder what is he doing here. We got to
the lounge and I sat down on the floor
again, he sat besides me and looked at my
laptop.

Mpendulo: You looking for a therapist?

Me: Not for me…but for my son.

Mpendulo: What is wrong with him?

Me: I finally told them about me and Libo
divorcing, Abongwe was so angry. He has
been like that since Libo stopped spending
time with us.

Mpendulo: So you afraid, he has anger

issues?

Me: Ewe, I want to see a therapist before it

gets worse. I mean usemncinci lomntu…

I sighed looking at his nice legs, he was

wearing Nike shorts…I found myself
caressing his leg and he chuckled.

Me: You have really nice legs.

Mpendulo: Enkosi, but don’t touch me like
that Ayola. Ndiyi ndoda and uvusa ezinye
izinto…

Me: Okay, uxolo.

I smiled then pressed my thighs together

feeling wet, gosh ndiyi njakazi mna.

Mpendulo: I know someone who can help

recommend us to a best therapist.

Me: Who?

Mpendulo: A very close friend of mine, who

also happens to be my employee-

Me: Wait, you have a close friend?

Mpendulo: Well she also doesn’t know I
consider her as my close friend.

Me: Who is she?

Mpendulo: Yondi Mndini, I’m sure you know

her.

I smiled and excitedly looked at him, wait

who doesn’t know Yondi.

Me: I know her! I once bumped into her kwa

Woolies kwi aisle ye ice cream, we spoke
and she was so nice.

Mpendulo: That’s Yondi for you, ungumntu

onobubele.
Me: So do you think she knows a best
therapist?

Mpendulo: Yeah, let me give her a call.

I took out his phone from his pocket, I

watched him carefully as he spoke with
Yondi over the phone. Mpendulo is really
handsome sarna, his smile and the way he
bites his lower lip makes one horny. He got
done speaking with Yondi, then looked at
me.

Me: So?

Mpendulo: She will send me the therapist

number, right now.
Me: Enkosi, tjoo tell her ndithi enkosi.

He was about to kiss me when his phone

pinged, he looked at the message and it
was from Yondi. That was very quick, we
called the therapist and luckily she
answered. Her name is Maya, I made an
appointment and she told me she will
communicate with me via WhatsApp and
tell me when my son can start sessions. I
thanked her then dropped the call.

Me: Enkosi, Mpendulo.

Mpendulo: Anytime…anyways ndilambile

can we order?

Me: Yeah, akho ngxaki.

He smiled then pressed his phone, I found
myself grabbing it from his hand and
straddling his lap. He chuckled giving me a
smile…

Me: You’ve turned me into a sinner.

Mpendulo: How so?

Me: I want you inside me, deep inside me.

I gave him a tongue kiss, taking off his T-

shirt. He smiled touching my bare butt
under the robe.

Mpendulo: You not wearing anything?

Me: No. Easy access for you…

I kissed his neck, sucking on it while
grinding on his hard erection. He kissed my
lips and I put my hand inside his shorts, he
groaned as I took out his dick stroking it. He
removed his shorts and I smiled teasing the
tip of his dick with my vagina. He kept
groaning between the kiss…

Me: Just make sure you pull

out…remember I still have to go for my
needle.

Mpendulo: I will try.

Me: Mpendulo!

He laughed and put me under him, we

smiled looking at each other. He slowly
pushed his dick inside me, I closed my eyes
moaning feeling him stretch my walls.

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THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 193.
YONDI MNDINI.
It’s Wednesday and we were back at home,
it was my first day in 2 years back at Media
Ink and Mpendulo has me working like a
slave already.

Me: You really meant it when you said

ndizonya once, I’m back.
Mpendulo: Yes, I have something to tell you
real quick.

Me: Okay…

I made myself comfortable in my chair, he

looked at my engagement ring and
chuckled.

Mpendulo: Bragadier really did that, huh?

Engagement yenu is trending on the
socials…

Me: Yhr, he did.

I blushed playing with my ring, thinking

about my man. I quickly looked at
Mpendulo again..
Me: So boss, tell me what is it you want to
tell me?

Mpendulo: I think I’m falling for someone.

Me: Haibo?

Mpendulo: I know, but I will only make my

move on her once we are both divorced to
our spouses.

Me: Wait…are you talking about Ayola? Or

what is her name again…

Mpendulo: Ayola, yes ndithetha ngaye.

Me: Okay, listen to me.

I held his hands over the table, he looked at
me paying attention.

Me: You two shouldn’t jump into dating. I

mean her husband and your wife had an
affair behind your backs, you guys found
out. Ngoku y’all comforting each other
sexually…jiki jiki you say you falling for her.

Mpendulo: Yondi, please get to the point.

Me: My point is. You two are doing exactly

what your spouses did, I mean y’all still
married naba bantu.

Mpendulo: So you think we nothing different

from them?
Me: Yeap. If wena and Ayola are going to
have a relationship, have it without the
reasoning “our partners had an affair
behind our backs”.

He rubbed his thumbs on the top of my

hands, gosh look at me advising my boss.

Me: I mean first heal from the hurt your

spouses brought upon, both of you. Then
explore your feelings for each other…but
sanuyenza while married to them, ngoba it
won’t end well for neither of you.

Mpendulo: Okay, but ndisezomtya

uAyola…I mean umnanndi and-
Me: Tjoo! Tjoo! Tjoo! Hayi let me go back to
work, you not about to share your bedroom
dealings with me.

He laughed as I stood up and took my

laptop, then walked out his office. I really
hope he listen to me shame, for the sake of
not making matters worse.
·
·
I was now at the police station, in the
interrogation room waiting for the lady I will
interview. She was arrested a year ago for
trafficking young girls, yhuu hayi sarna
abanye osisi.

Me: Captain, I hope you won’t be here

when I interview lo sisi. Your presence is
not needed.
Captain: This is my station, I will do what I
want.

Me: I get that, but…can you just listen to

me for this once!

Captain: I will be watching you, khona

cameras on all corners of this room.

I rolled my eyes, kadiki nanku umntu. The

door to the interrogation opened and a
officer walked in with a cuffed lady, in
prison uniform. She settled on the chair
opposite me and I looked at Captain, he
rolled his eyes before walking out. I looked
at the prisoner.

Me: Hello, ndingu Yondi Mndini a journalist.

Lady: Lwandiswa Mpoko…I don’t know
what to say I am.

Me: I’m here to interview you, for the

reason why you here kakade. Is that okay?

Lwandiswa: Ewe, I would like the world to

hear my side of the story…even though no
one will believe me.

I nod my head and set the camera and

made sure both of us appear, turned on my
voice recorder and prepared my pen and
notepad.

Me: Ready?
She nod sitting comfortable on the chair.

Me: This is Yondi Mndini, journalist from

Media Ink. Date is 8 February, time
13:00pm. I’m interviewing Lwandiswa
Mpoko prisoner at…

I continued with my introduction, before

looking at Lwandiswa who looked very
nervous.

Me: You good?

Lwandiswa: Just nervous, but I’m ready.

Me: So…umm Lwandiswa you were part of

trafficking young girls?
Lwandiswa: Yes, but it wasn’t by choice.

Me: What do you mean by that?

She swallowed looking down and played

with her fingers.

Lwandiswa: I was threatened to do it. It was

either I help them traffick young girls or I
die…

Me: So you chose to put misery and pain

and those young girls?

She nod her head and I sighed shaking my

head, before dotting some points down.
Me: Tell me, why didn’t you report them for
threatening you in doing such?

Lwandiswa: I wanted to, but they were

watching my every move.

Me: Lwandiswa…you do realize uba 15

girls died because of you. 19 is still missing,
4 girls are admitted to a mental institute
because of trauma. How does that make
you feel?

Lwandiswa: Bad, it makes me feel bad.

Me: You should feel miserable, Lwandiswa.

You should’ve maintained this from
happening, did you traffick any girls from
your family?
Lwandiswa: I couldn’t ngoba I was afraid to
hurt my family.

Me: Yet you went and hurt ezinye family?

Yhoooo.

I sighed and I continued questioning her,

it’s really sad that a woman had the gaul of
doing such. I mean she should’ve
prevented this from happening, now she is
sitting here playing victim kodwa innocent
kids lost their lives because of her.

[2 HOURS LATER.]
I was done interviewing her, they took her
away and Captain came in as I packed my
things.

Me: No need to scold, ndizo hamba ngoku.

Captain: I’m not here to scold. But I’m here
to say, umm…you good at your job.

I chuckled and looked at him shocked, wait

a minute is Captain Thola praising my work.

Me: Ndinconywa nguwe?

Captain: Don’t get used to it.

Me: Hmm, guess I do a better then you and

your workers.

Captain: Suyi chamela…

I chuckled and took my things, before

looking at this man.
Me: Captain, thank you for giving me some
few hours to talk nesboshwa. But ngoku I
have to go…

I smiled walking pass him, he chuckled as I

walked out. Minutes later, I got in my car…I
was driving my first car, my Mazda CX-5. I
decided to travel with it today ngoba I
missed my car so much, I mean this is my
first ever car and I will forever cherish it.

While buckling up, my phone rang and I

smiled seeing my man calling. I answered
the call…

Ezile: Baby wam.

Me: Babe, uright?

Ezile: I miss you, come visit indoda yakho
wedwa apha kwi office yayo kaloku.

Me: Ezile, baby…it’s still my working hours

njena?

Ezile: Ohyini baby, ndiyaku cela I miss you

mna.

Me: Okay ke, I will come.

Ezile: Aww mama, kawuleza I have a

surprise for you.

Me: Haibo, more suprises?

Ezile: Ewe, tshini. I have a right to spoil my
woman…

I giggled and we bid goodbyes, my

cheekbones were paining from smiling so
much. Ezile will be the death of me,
uthandwa kangaka sarna.
·
·
While driving a Quantum came out of
nowhere and hit my car, my tyres
screeched as my car spun in circle on the
road out of control. I heard other cars
around honking their bells, fuck why does it
always have to be me?! My car finally
stopped in the middle of the road, I touched
the back of my paining neck moaning. I
tried unbuckling the safety belt feeling dizzy
and weak because at some point, I banged
my head on the driving wheel when the car
spun uncontrollably. Someone opened the
side of my door and helped me unbuckle
my safety belt.

Lady: Are you okay?

Me: I feel dizzy…

Lady: I’m calling an ambulance, you

bleeding from your head.

Me: No…no- I—

Lady: Shhh it’s going to be okay.

I blinked rapidly my vision blurring even

more, as few people also came to check if I
was fine. I heard the Quantum driver
begging and asking for forgiveness, I
leaned my head on the seat then let
unconsciousness consume me.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

I woke up in hospital with my father, Ezile,
sis Babsie, bhut Abulele and my friends in
the ward.

Ezile: Baby, uziva njani?

Me: Ndiright, but intloko yam ibuhlungu.

Where is Junior and Bullet?

Ezile: They with my parents, fuck you

scared me.
Tata: Yondi, kanti what is happening
mntanam?

Me: Andazi what happened, la taxi just

came out of nowhere njee.

Teddy: Yhuu chomi soloko sarna, wehlelwa

zezi zinto wena.

The doctor came in and discharged me,

since I just sprained my neck. I’m glad I
didn’t break it and I won’t have wear those
neck things, yhuu hayi sarna…Ezile told me
ndizohlala naye from now on, my father
didn’t mind at all but haibo I just brought
indlu yam njena and I enjoy living kuyo. But
it’s useless arguing ngoba Bragadier made
up his mind.
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THE JOURNALIST.

[4 MONTHS LATER.]
INSERT 194.
YONDI MNDINI.
Today was Saturday the day of my
traditional wedding, everything went well
and there was no drama. Ezile was so
happy and he couldn’t even hide his
happiness. I was seated on a grassmat,
kwa eight corner my head bowed in respect
well ndizo thiywa igama and ndizoyalwa.
Ezile’s grandmother(Mamdlane) was
seated on a chair next to me, holding my
hand.

Mamdlane: Sikwamkele ke kweli khaya lo

Tahla, ooNdayeni. Sibulele nosapho lakho
ngosipha wena, intombi efundileyo,
ezolileyo, enobubele. Sibulela uThixo,
namanyange ngokwandisa
olusapho…ntombi encinci entle ke,
ndizonikela ku nyokozala wakho ke akunike
igama lase mzini…Yanelisa, phakama sisi
uthathele.

I smiled with my head still bowed down as

maka Ezile stood up, trust me I was burning
in this makoti attire but I kept it together.

Maka Ezile: Ndibulele mama. Yondi

mntanam, you know uba mna nawe sivana
into e’very expensive. Ndaku thanda
ndiqala ukubona, ndiyi best friend yakho
endala molokazana wam. Ndibulele kuba
ukwazile umthanda unyana wam with his
flaws, andizoba zeza in-laws ezizothi “
yenza yonke into ethethwa yi ndoda” ngoba
yi kaka leyo, double mnqundu.

I honestly felt like giggling, but I kept it

together. Gosh this woman has no filter xa
ethanda!

Maka Ezile: Futhi ndingazoku cebisa

phambi kwababantu basemzini
ngomtshato, ngoba kuya thakathwa emzini
Yondikhapinkosi…hayi nokuxokisela baby.

Aunt 1: Hayi, Yanelisa…uyasinyela

kengoku!
Maka Ezile: Ndiyaxoka ke? Ngoba sonke
we know that khona o’fly by night apha. Or
funa ndini khombe one-by-one?

It went silent, she chuckled making me

smile. Yhuuu I love this woman!

Mama Ezile: So ke baby ka nyana wam,

ndikunika igama elithi…SOCHUMA. Uli
chumisile olusapho, usezo lwandisa ke futhi
and ndibulele ngovuma uba ngu
molokazana wam. Trust no one apha ke
Sochuma, because aba balapha are wolves
in sheeps skin…worse aba dadobawo.
Bangaku tyisa tyefu ubhubhe, I love Yondi
and soze ndiyeke…
She went on and spoke, giving me a bit of
advice. More of family members also had a
chance to undiyala and trust me some of
their advices made no sense, at all.
·
·
I was now in the kitchen helping out where I
could, everyone was cool with me shame
and I was okay with lonto. The last thing I
wanted is drama, I will not tolerate yonke
lonto shem…my friends were somewhere
around the house also helping around, I’m
so grateful for them.

Cikizwa: Hhee mntase, anditshi ndiyanya

ngama daki.

Me: Yhuu sarna, xa kukhalaza wena uwa

qhelile…ibekiselaphi mna?
Nolubabalo: Yhuu sarna, usezotsha
mntase.

We laughed and talked more, while doing

what we were doing. I’m happy that
everyone is getting along the last thing I
want is drama.

[LATER THAT NIGHT.]

I finally got the chance to chill with my
friends, Ezile was the one who came to
fetch me and take me with him where our
friends are. We were seated in one of the
flats, enjoying ourselves…they were
drinking and I wasn’t ngoba I didn’t feel like
drinking which is weird.
Teddy: Aww Sochuma Fanathi, yhuu chomi
awumhle marn!

Ezile: Maka cace umntu olotyolwe nge

millions, Teddy!

We all laughed and they kept using my

marriage name “Sochuma”, trust me it will
take time for me to get used to it. I wonder
where the hell is my son?

Ezile: Baby, can we talk privately?

Me: Okay, masambe.

We stood up and told the others we will be

back, we walked to his car and got in at the
backseat. He smiled at me and we kissed,
before cuddling.
Ezile: I wanted to thank you, you made me
the happiest man alive. Ngaske uyi feel.e
lento ndiyi feelayo.

Me: I made happy, ngoba you make me

happy.

Ezile: Ndayazi most men claim to not hurt

their wives, but end up hurting them. But
mna Bragadier…I swear baby, I will never
hurt you nakanjani…yandiva Sochuma?

I blushed looking at him, yhuu nkoshhh!

Me: Ndiyakuva, Guluva wam. Nam I

promise not to hurt you…
Ezile: Ndiyaku thanda, mfazi wam ndedwa.

Me: Ndiyaku thanda, mnyeni wam ndedwa.

Ezile blushed looking away, I giggled and

claimed his lips with mine. We stayed in the
car for a bit, then stepped out…I jumped in
shock looking at one of Ezile’s aunt bending
near the car tyre applying something on it.

Me: Haibo!

Ezile: Baby, yintoni?

She was shocked and Ezile came to the

side I was, he looked at his father’s cousin
stand there in shock.
Ezile: Thakatha wenza ntoni, dabawo?

His aunt: Ezile…

Ezile: Yhey voetsek! Yintoni le uyenzayo?!

He started to shiver, hayini maka Ezile did

mention lento ke. Ezile was going crazy and
mna, I snapped out of my trance when I
heard him cock his gun and a gunshot fired.

Me: Ezile!!

Ezile: Baby, hima…wena ndibuzile, what

the fuck are you doing?

His aunt was on her knees now, shaking

and crying begging him. I took my phone
out of my apron and called Akhona, to
come the fuck where Ezile parked his car
now.

Me: Ezile…hima, look at all these people

looking. If uzombulala they will be
witnesses.

Ezile: Good. They should be witnesses,

babone uba igqwirha ndilenza ntoni baby.

His Aunt: Oh mntaka bhuti, yhini-

Ezile: Yhey, fuckoff!

He shoot behind her, she screamed rolling

on the floor like some mad person. Ezile’s
friends got here and Nkosi grabbed the gun
from Ezile.
Teddy: Hayi kwenzekani?

Me: Andazi marn lo mama, ebeqaba

something kwi tyre ye moto ka Ezile.

Taka Ezile: Ezile! Yintoni?!

Ezile: Tata, your sister was busy doing

witchcraft kwi moto yam.

Maka Ezile: Intoni?!

Tata: Bulala, Bragadier! Bulala igqwirha!

Sis Babsie: Simphiwe, hayi!

My head was pounding from all this, my
father-in-law was so mad. He went as far as
giving the aunt a slap, they kept
bombarding her with questions. While I
stood there hugging Teddy, Nikitha was
holding my hand scared as hell.

Aunt: Hima…ndizothetha bhuti-

Taka Ezile: Thetha! THETHA, Asakhe!

I’ve never seen my father-in-law this angry,

yhuuu sarna.

Aunt: Bendifina unyana wakho awe

nemoto, afe..

She didn’t even finish, maka Ezile jumped

on her and fucked her up. She once told me
how her in-laws never liked her, if they can’t
get through her and taka Ezile they try
hurting Ezile, Nikitha and Luvuyo. But
obviously they never succeed on that too,
eyy hayi andiyazi le Nigerian movie sikuyo
ngoku sarna. They managed to break the
fight and maka Ezile, wasn’t having it. I
mean I wish I could also fight lo mama,
ngoba she had intentions of killing my man
for what reason?

Maka Ezile: Betha unye mna! Not kweyam

inzalo, rhaa bitch!

Sis Babsie: Yanelisa, wait sisi…

Maka Ezile: Nxxxa futsek! Ndiyekeni,

Babalwa chomi ndobulala umntu. Ndixolela
uyo banjwa!
Ezile and his friends were standing there, I
could see very well that they were all
planning on killing lo mama. It was written
on their faces, my friends were also
watching le drama while I tried comforting
the crying Nikitha. Ndi sure the fact of
almost losing her brother because of her
aunt scares her, my head was pounding
and spinning because of yonke le noise.

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THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 195.
MPUMI SIBEKO.
It was Monday and back to work, I have to
say this weekend was the best because
Yondi got married traditionally. It was so
beautiful and big, chomi yam looked very
elegant as always and the wedding had no
drama. Until Saturday night, when one of
Ezile’s aunts tried practicing witchcraft. I
don’t get why some family memebers go to
that level on trying to destroy umntu…

I was with Teddy in my office…

Me: I enjoyed this weekend, tjooo.

Teddy: I know right, Yondi and Ezile really

went all out and they were beautiful.

Me: Andazi, but I feel like Yondz is

pregnant again.
I giggled, maybe ndibona into zam but
Yondi gained weight on the right places and
she is always complaining about being
tired. Futhi the glow! Her glow is just out of
this world, hayi iyamthanda pregnancy if
she is pregnant.

Teddy: Hayi ke wethu, I don’t think she is

mna njena.

Me: Maybe ndibona into zam…

Teddy: Speaking about pregnancy, when

are you telling Sive about your pregnancy?

Me: Andazi. When I was with my

grandparents, my grandma and mother
advised me to tell him ngoba pregnancy is
not something to hide.
Teddy: Ewe, I mean you guys fixed
things…so why not?

Me: I still have this anger towards him,

during sex I just always get this image of
him riding la mama. That’s a total turn off
njee…

Teddy: I think you two should see a

couple’s therapy, chomi.

Me: You think that will help?

Teddy: Ewe, ngoba I see Sive is trying to

mend things. He wants you guys to be
happy again, but wena you keep reminding
him of his cheating ways.
I sighed then looked up feeling emotional, I
wish it was easy to erase him being on top
of another woman. But it’s not easy…

Me: I miss being happy with him nam, I can

see he trying but…Teddy the position I
found him in with la mama, will live rent free
in my head.

Teddy: Lento ndithi talk to, find a couples

therapy and try gaining your trust for him.
Ngoba yi soulmate yakho uSive, nawe you
know that.

Me: I will have a talk with him, today later.

Teddy: Please marn, I want you to flaunt

your pregnancy nawe. And not hide it…
Me: Okay, can’t believe Yondi booked me,
Siyakha and Busi for a early pregnancy
shoot.

Teddy: Futhi I also gathered your outfits,

phela me and Yondi are always running
around for your cravings.

I laughed looking at him, true that! I always

bother Yondi and Teddy when it comes to
cravings, I mean I enjoy bothering them and
they don’t mind at all.
·
·
During the day, I got a lunch delievery and
the delievery guy told me it comes from
Sive Nodlinga…I smiled enjoying my lunch
in peace, kwi office yam. I called him just to
Thank him…
[PHONECALL.]
Sive: Sthandwa sam?

Me: Hey, umm..enkosi nge lunch.

Sive: Anything for you love wam, yazi I

didn’t go to work today.

Me: Why?

Sive: Ndivuke ndine siyezi, I vomited 3

times ekseni.

Me: Aww marn, xolo. Want me to come

baby you namhlanje after work?
Sive: You would do that for mna, sthandwa
sam?

Me: Yeap, I would do that for you.

Sive: Okay, ndicela uze undiphatele pizza

ne?

I giggled wondering if he is also

experiencing pregnancy symptoms? Ngoba
Sive never liked pizza.

Me: Okay, what else?

He went on and told me what else to bring

him, seconds later we bid our goodbyes
and I end the call. I laughed alone and
continued with my lunch, my baby bump
isn’t that big…I’m 7 months pregnant ngoku
and it’s hideable, lento no one knows
except my family and friends. I’m good at
hiding my belly…

[1 HOUR LATER.]
I was in the boardroom, listening to the
CFO’s presentation. I wasn’t alone there
were also some few business partners and
amongst them I noticed the old lady who
fucked with my man. But obviously I
avoided her by all means, ngoba I don’t mix
personal matters with businesss.

55 minutes later, I was walking out the

building ngoba I have to go to the mall and
get Sive’s cravings. Someone pinned me
against my car, I frowned looking at this
woman.
Me: And then?

Lady: Ndi sure you remember me? Ndingu

Khululwa-

Me: Ohh please, how can I forget umakhulu

owatyiwa yin ndoda yam.

She gave me a slap and moved back, I

chuckled holding my cheek in disbelief.

Khululwa: Do you understand what you

did? Sive was the only guy I ever met who
made me come plenty times in a row!

Me: So uthi ndithini mna? It’s not my fault

Sive chose me over you, andithi wena you
were just a thing njee..
Khululwa: I will-

I quickly took out my gun from my bag, she

moved back in shock as I pointed it to her.

Me: Ngazondi nyela, if you thing you will act

like some bitter sugar mama apha kum. Try
next door, dubula unye mna and then bury
you alive.

Khululwa: I will give you millions, just tell

Sive to come back to me.

Me: Ndi sure banintsi oBen 10, who is

willing to ride your old vagina out there.
Stay away from my man, I know dick yakhe
is very addictive…but I kill for la ndoda
makhulu womntu.
She looked at me blinking, asoze ndinyelwe
zi sugar mama kaloku mna rhaa! I shot
once on the floor and she screamed closing
her eyes…

Me: Ndizokwe nyusela nge high blood unye

mna, don’t ever come at me again. Futhi
don’t even try bothering my man, bulala
sisi…phele slayqueen, sies lo makhulu!

I saw securities come our way, I put my gun

in my bag again and looked at the shaking
Khululwa.

Security: We heard a gunshot, is everything

okay?
Me: No, everything is fine. We are
cool…right mamu Khululwa?

She nod her head then rushed to her car, I

gave the 2 securities a smile before flipping
my weave and getting in my car. I think I’ve
turned into a softie, I need to bring back
that old Nompumelelo. I touched my baby
bump…

Me: I’m sorry son, I’m sorry if mama scared

you.

Yes ke sarna, Sive and I are having a baby

boy. I’m so happy ngoba if it was a girl, I
was going to be stressing about me having
the “pregnancy and boy” talk with her.
Maybe after this one, I will consider a
having a baby girl ngoba she will have a
father and brother who will be over
protective of her..

[AT SIVE’S HOUSE.]

I barged in and found him watching soccer,
lazing on the couch. He smiled and stood
up as soon as he saw me…

Sive: Sthandwa sam.

Me: Hello, sthandwa. Unjani ngoku?

Sive: Hayi noko, ndi right qha ndi lazy.

I chuckled and handed him the tripple deck

pizza and the snacks in the plastic, he
asked for. He placed them on the table,
before pulling me to him and kissed me. I
smiled wondering doesn’t he feel the
difference nge sisu sam, when we this
close? Phof I always told him ndine nteshe
so this idiot buyed the potbelly story naye.

Sive: What happened to your cheek,

sthandwa sam?

Me: Your sugar mama happened.

Sive: Hima, Khululwa slapped you?

Me: Yeah, but don’t worry I sorted her out.

Hope she won’t bother me again, ngoba I
will kill her.

Sive: I swear baby, the last time I spoke to

her was the day you caught us-
Me: Sive, it’s okay…

I gave him a kiss, then pulled out looking at

him with a smile.

Me: Besides, khona something I wanna tell

you.

Sive: What-

He paused as he felt the little kick the baby

made, he quickly moved back shocked. I
felt like laughing because of his facial
expression…

Sive: Nompumelelo, yintoni? Sisu sakho

sidlala bhola nam?
Me: Hayi marn wena..

I laughed with my hand over my mouth, but

he looked serious.

Me: Guess your son doesn’t have timing, I

was about to tell you about him.

Sive: Son? What son?

Me: Ndimithi Sive…

I lift up my big shirt, he looked at the little

kick prints on my stomach as the baby kept
kicking like crazy. He blinked rapidly before
collapsing on the floor.
Me: Haibo? Sive…

I rushed to him and took off his shirt, a

whole feared gangster fainting because he
just found out his girlfriend is pregnant? I
giggled sitting on the couch, waiting for him
to gain his conscious again. This is
definitely not the reaction I was expecting,
or maybe the baby kick prints scared him.

Me: Wena bhabha, usile you scared tata

wakho.

I rubbed my belly laughing, I wonder why is

the baby this active suddenly. I looked at
Sive lay there and laughed softly, I have to
tell my two journalist friends to put him kwi
headlines. Imagine…”FEARED
GANGSTER, COLLAPSED AFTER
HEARING HIS GIRLFRIEND IS
PREGNANT”, hayibo he is full of drama lo. I
put a pillow under his head and sat down
next to him, slapping his cheek softly while
giggling. He has to wake up, rhaaa
amadoda ngama gwala for little things.

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SIVE NODLINGA.
I woke up on the floor with Mpumi smiling
looking at me, I looked at her belly then sat
up straight confused as hell. How did I not
notice my own girlfriend is pregnant? I
swallowed looking at her.

Me: So I wasn’t dreaming?

Mpumi: Nope. I wonder bazothini abantu
when they hear that you fainted, because
you found out your girl is pregnant.

Me: Hayi baby, don’t you dare mention this

to anyone.

I frowned looking at her not so big belly,

she made me believe that unenteshe but
now that I know she is pregnant you can
see ayo nteshe.

Me: The little footprints scared me, isn’t it

painful when he kicks?

Mpumi: It is, but those are very exciting

moments too.
Me: Sthandwa sam, when did you find out?

Mpumi: I found out the night Yondi got

engaged.

Me: What?!

I looked at her stand up from the floor then

settle on the couch, I quickly stood up and
paced up and down before sitting next to
her.

Me: Nompumelelo, why would you hide that

you pregnant? For so long!

Mpumi: Sungxola, plus that was my way of

punishing you for cheating me.
I clenched my jaws then scratched the back
of her head, I held her hands then kissed
them before staring at her eyes.

Me: Sthandwa sam, I will forever be sorry

for what I did. Ndizocela uxolo-

Mpumi: Please stop…it won’t change the

fact that during our sex intercourse, the
image of you on top of her flashes in my
mind.

Me: Uxolo Mpumi, I blame myself for yonke

lonto.

Mpumi: I would like us to attend couples

therapy, so that I won’t have trust issues in
the future.
Me: Anything babe. Anything that will mend
this void you have, I’m in…I miss Mpumi, I
miss our happy moments.

Mpumi: I miss those too, but you fucked up.

Dismally!

She stood up and walked to the kitchen, I

followed behind her and watched her pour
herself a glass of water and drink.

Mpumi: In two days ndiya for a doctor’s

appointment, andazi if you would like to
come.

Me: Of course, ndiyafuna ukuza.

Mpumi: Okay. You not angry?

Me: I’m a bit angry. I mean you hid such
news from me…how far long are you?

Mpumi: 7 months, futhi it’s a boy.

I smiled getting close to her, I kissed her

lips and she pulled out smiling.

Me: Thank you. I’m glad you kept it-

Mpumi: I don’t believe in abortion. The child

wasn’t going to suffer for izenzo zakho, I
pray angakufuzi ngofeba njee qha.

I bend down and kissed her belly, the baby

kicked again and my heart raced as I
touched where he kept kicking. I sniffed and
hugged her baby bump, she caressed my
head.

Mpumi: Sutefa Sive, yintoni wayi cry baby?

Me: Mpumi, baby…ndizobangu tata. Can’t

you see ndiya vuya?

Mpumi: Ohh hayike wena, yhuu suka kum

futhi.

Me: Haibo?

Mpumi: No, it seems like attention yakho

ikulo mntana. Not me, so suka kum…futhi
hamba kulendlu.
I laughed and looked at her, she was so
serious. She chased me out of my house
and I had no choice, but to drive to my
father’s…he needs to hear these good
news.
·
·
At my father’s, my stepmother laughed as I
told her Mpumi threw me out.

Mama: That is what pregnant woman do

when angry, they do the unthinkable.

Me: Yhuu ma, hayi shem.

Mama: Itya Sive, you lost weight.

Me: Mama, bendi gowa kaloku. I messed
up things in my relationship…

Mama: What were you thinking sleeping

with a old woman? Yhuu hayi sarna,
amadoda doesn’t appreciate.

She threw me with a cloth and I laughed,

she dished up for me. This is what she
always does whenever I’m here. My father
came to join us, I told him about Mpumi’s
pregnancy and he was so happy.

Tata: How far long is she?

Me: Uthe 7 months…

Tata: That’s a relief.

We looked at him and he raised his
eyebrow looking at us.

Tata: What?

Mama: Uzama uthini xa usithi “that’s a

relief”?

Tata: I mean we still have time to do baby

shopping, plus enzelwe eza party zabantu
abamithiyo.

Me: Baby shower?

Tata: Lonto iyiyo, it’s a party oksalayo.

We laughed as he said that walking to the
fridge, I smiled thoughtfully. I need to tell
my friends they will be uncles again.

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YONDI MNDINI.
Teddy, Liyema and I were discussing the
baby shower we will throw for our friends.
We even booked a guesthouse, it will be
fun and lit sarna.

Liyema: So there won’t be alcohol?

Me: Haibo, there will be chomi.

Teddy: Ewe tshini, ngoba we not pregnant
moc. Maybe cocktails and mimosas?

Me: Yeah, but the soon to be mommas will

have non-alcoholic beverages.

Teddy: Maybe, we can get some strippers

for them.

Liyema: Yhuu and have abantwana

babantu killed by the gents?

We laughed at that, okay no strippers ne.

Me: What if…we ask Sive, Lucky and

Mahle to be those strippers?
Teddy: Yaass! Yabona ke, but remember
Sive doesn’t known about Mpumi’s
pregnancy yet…

Me: Fuck, now that will be a bummer.

Liyema: When will she tell him?

Teddy: She promised to tonight. So

ngomso, I will confirm with her if ude
wamxelela.

Me: And I will meet with the gents and ask

them to be personal strippers.

I clapped excitedly and these two laughed,

I’m so excited about all this. The décor will
be amazing, ndifuna la weekend of their
baby shower to be the best of their lives.
Obviously they don’t know about it, bacinga
it’s a photoshoot thing…well there will be a
photoshoot as well, gosh ngaske intsuku
zibaleke ibe yila weekend.

[AT HOME.]
I found my husband and our son playing
video games, I smiled leaning on the wall
looking at them play together. Well we
officially live together ngoku, I mean we are
married traditionally so we not doing
anything wrong.

Me: Molweni, family.

Luzelwande: Wifey, uright?

Ezile and I laughed, mxm phambene lo

mntana. I blushed when Ezile walked to
me, my heart was literally racing. He got to
me and tongue kissed me, Junior was all
concentrated on his game.

Ezile: Baby wam, how was your day?

Me: Good and yours?

Ezile: Tiring. I had very stressful meetings,

and I just wanted to get home to my wife
and cuddle.

Me: Well ndilapha moc, we will cuddle later

anditsho?

Ezile: Maybe do more than cuddle.

I giggled as he pulled me closer making me
feel his erection, we kissed until we got
disturbed by our son.

Me: Go back to your gaming partner.

Ezile: Okay, don’t cook tonight. I ordered

in…

Me: Nyani?

Ezile: Ewe, I don’t want you to overwork

yourself baby wam.

Me: Let me go and shower ke, then I will

dish up after.
Ezile: Don’t wear much clothes, sokwenza
umntana tonight.

Me: Ha.ana sugeza!

He gave me a naughty smile, I giggled and

we shared two pecks I turned to walk away
then he spanked me, making me giggling
more.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

It’s 23:00pm at night and we were cuddling
in bed, talking and being our cosy selves.
Luzelwande and Bullet were asleep, and
can I just say our little puppy is growing by
the day? I wrapped my legs around my
husband’s waist as he got on top of me and
kissed me.
Ezile: How about we have a few drinks,
before we sleep?

Me: Okay, let’s go to our mini bar.

Ezile: I will bring the bar up here, ndicela

ukufumana in the balcony?

I smiled and kissed him, he pecked me

before walking out our room. I blushed
getting off the bed, then walked to open the
sliding door in the room stepping in the
balcony. I smiled as the night breeze hit my
skin…Ezile came back with a bottle of wine
and whiskey.

Me: I won’t finish that whole bottle shem.

Ezile: I know baby, iza come sit on my lap.

I watch him excitedly place the bottles and
glasses on the small table in the balcony,
he sat on the chair and I gave him a little
shy performance.

Ezile: Baby, yintoni ngoku? Wandi

qoshela…

Me: Mna bhuti, ndoyika uhlala phezu

kwakho.

Ezile: Theni awuqhelanga touch ye ndoda?

Me: Hayi, tata wam wathi amadoda

awalungaga.
Ezile: Ndilungile ke mna, ndilungele wena.
Iza sinxile, ogqiba undikaphe ndiyo thatha
jersey eroomini.

Me: Bhuti ufuna undi nxilisa, ogqiba undi

dlakaze?

Ezile: Dlakaza uthi saaa mna.

Me: Hayi ke Ezile, ndiyekile udlala mna.

Tshini yhuuu!

We shared a laugh and I finally walked to

sit on his lap, we looked at the view while
talking and drinking. He kept running his
hand up and down my thigh, I know he is
trying to make me horny and it’s working. I
smiled looking at him talk, I have surprise
for him and I hope he will love it.
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YONDI MNDINI.
Tuesday morning at, Teddy told me that
she had confirmed with Mpumi about her
finally telling Sive about her pregnancy. So
now, I just have to meet the Sive, Mahle
and Luckh and ask them to be strippers at
the baby shower.

Teddy: Yazi ndikwi happiest yam?

Me: I’m glad you are. I mean you even

gained weight…
Teddy: Yhuu sarna, don’t mention it.
Akhona is always dragging me with him to
the gym.

Me: Wena and gym?

Teddy: Ewe rhaa! Tshini, I’m capable of

doing yonke la lanto pha.

I looked at him then laughed, he joined me.

Me: Yhuu chomi, maybe one day we should

go together. Ndifuna ubona sarna xa wenza
eza workouts.
Teddy: Mamela! Akhona makes really
knows how to tire me, he’s turned into my
personal gym instructor.

We spoke for a while then went back to

work, I was completing one of my stories
and trust me when I say my brain was tired.
Mpendulo wasn’t giving me a break…
·
·
[2 HOURS LATER.]
During my teatime, the gents told me to
meet them at the warehouse. I wonder
what’s the problem this time…40 minutes
later, I walked in the warehouse and found
them there in their office wear.

Me: Hmmm, anibahle. But ngaske niyeke

unquma njee.
They chuckled and I gave them all hugs,
Akhona led me to his laptop.

Me: Is this another case you want me to

help you with?

Akhona: Actually, we want you to help us

expose the Captain.

Me: What, Captain?

I looked at them in aware, Akhona turned

the laptop to me after pressing the play
button. I quickly closed the laptop in shock,
then ran to the nearest bathroom to throw
up. Ezile held my hair as I threw up, once
down I rinsed my mouth and he looked at
me.
Me: What the fuck was that?

Ezile: Let’s go back to the others.

We walked back to where the gents were, I

was so disgusted. In the video it shows
Captain Thola and 2 of his officers,
removing someone’s body parts and
opening the person up. The video itself is
just disturbing…

Nkosi: Mafungwashe, uright?

Me: Ndizoba right njani, after seeing that.

Akhona: Baby, you didn’t watch the whole

thing-
Me: Hayi Akhona, I won’t watch lanto. It’s
very disturbing…

I found myself grabbing the glass with

whiskey then gulped it, I was about to pour
myself more but Andile grabbed the bottle
of whiskey. I sighed feeling very
nauseous…

Me: Ngu Captain Thola that’s in that video,

with 2 officers…who is that they
dismantling?

Ezile: That is the Captain, before him.

Me: I thought the previous Captain, was

burnt to ashes nendlu yakhe.
Akhona: That’s the lie, Captain Thola had
everyone believe.

Me: Why would he kill umntu kanje?

Akhona: Because he wanted the “Captain”

position to himself.

Me: Gosh I can’t even think after seeing

that.

I sighed then took a deep breath closing my

eyes, I exhaled then looked at them again.

Me: Niyifumene njani le footage?

They looked at each other talking with their

eyes.
Me: Haibo? Ndiyabuza bethuna…

Ezile: We had it for a very long time.

Me: How long is a long time, Guluva?

Ezile: 2 days after the previous Captain was

reported “burnt” by Captain Thola…ummm,
someone delivered le footage in a USB for
Akhona.

Me: So nina, y’all held such

information…why?!

Sive: Mafungwashe, we know lento

siyenzileyo is wrong. But we had to have
something against Captain Thola…
Me: Yhoo, bethuna.

I closed my eyes holding the bridge of my

nose, this is way beyond insane.

Me: Captain Thola…is a killer, hayini and

the 2 officers? Nabo they still work at the
station…

Akhona: We think.

Me: Okay. If I have to expose the Captain, I

have to do it with strategy…andazi maybe
my first encount will be finding ezi officers.

Lucky: So you going to expose him?

Me: Ewe, but I’m going to need your help.
You guys have to make sure ndi safe kuyo
yonke lento, even my boss ngoba I want
this to be handled by me and him.

Ezile: We can assure lonto, baby.

I wonder why do they suddenly want to

expose the Captain? I asked Akhona to
borrow me the USB, so that I can show le
footage to Mpendulo.

[AT WORK.]
I was sitting on my work station, deep in my
thoughts debating with my mind if I should
involve Mpendulo or not…

Teddy: Yondi, uright?

Me: Hmm? Hayi ndiright. Why?

Teddy: You’ve been playing with that USB,

deep in your thoughts.

Me: I’m thinking if I should submit le story

ngoku or not.

Teddy: I say submit it ngoku, ngaske ndibe

nguwe lo ugqibileyo.

Me: Yazi, you right…

I stood up taking my laptop, together with

the USB I got from Akhona. My heart was
pounding as I walked to Mpendulo’s office, I
can’t believe Captain Thola is capable of
such. I breathed and knocked on the door
twice, he shouted “ngena” from inside and I
did.

Me: Hey, are you busy?

Mpendulo: I was about to check my emails.

Me: I can come back later, xa ungekho

busy.

Mpendulo: Yondi, ngena and tell me what is

it?

I sighed and closed the door, before

walking to his table.

Me: Ummm, I have something to show you.

Mpendulo: What?

Me: An hour ago, I received a very

disturbing scope.

Mpendulo: Fill me in.

I stood next to him, opening my laptop and

putting the USB in it. I played the video and
he leaned forward watching it shocked, I
looked away feeling disgusted. Mpendulo
quickly closed my laptop and stood up
pacing.

Mpendulo: The fuck was that, Yondi?

Me: That was Captain Thola, killing the

previous Captain before him.
Mpendulo: Yondi do you know what this
means?

Me: I know exactly what it means, that’s

why I would like us to work together on this
one.

Mpendulo: FUCK! What if he finds out we

working on this and then athumele abantu
to kill us?

Me: Don’t worry about that, he won’t do

nothing to us. Nathi we must thread
carefully-

Mpendulo: Who gave you this wena?

Me: Ezile and his friends. But they told me
they would like to be kept anonymous once
we publish all this.

Mpendulo nod and sat down, watching the

video again I just sat opposite him looking
at his face. Andazi how he is still watching
lento, it’s very disturbing shem. I sat there
thinking how will I approach the Captain
about this, without being too obvious about
it?
·
·
That same day, I sat in the Captain’s office
at the station waiting for him. I looked at the
picture of his wife and kids, they looked
happy. I took the picture and looked at his
wife, feeling very bad for her…I snapped
out of it when Captain Thola sat opposite
me, I looked at him.
Captain: I have a lovely family don’t I?

Me: Very lovely. I wonder how is the

previous Captain’s family doing after his
death, I’m sure they still devasted they
never found justice.

He frowned leaning forward on his table, I

looked at the picture once more before
putting it on the table.

Captain: Captain Someleze James, was my

best friend. Pity his life was short lived…

Me: Ne? He was your best friend, yet you

never fought to find justice for him. Why?
Captain: I did, but then his wife told me to
just let yonke lento go.

Me: Konje ngubani kanene umfazi wakhe?

Thalitha James…such a lovely soul, she
used to support umnyeni wakhe.

Captain: I know.

Me: Wish I was around that time to help you

find justice for, Captain James…pity I was
still at school.

He cleared his throat and drank his water, I

chuckled then leaned back on the chair
smiling at him.

Me: Uright? Why are you sweating?

Captain: I think I know who is behind his
killings.

Me: Who?

Captain: The Seventh Circle.

I laughed looking at this guy, he looked at

me and I composed myself. Time for me to
act kengoku, I dramatically gasped looking
at him with my hand on my chest.

Me: Hayi Captain, you really think it’s them?

Captain: Ewe, I mean by that time he was

investigating them.
Me: It’s a pity no one knows who the
members of the Seventh Circle are, I mean
we all tried and it lead us to a dead end.

Captain: Why are you here? Ndi sure you

not here to talk about my dead best friend.

Me: Of course, I wanted to ask if it’s

possible for me to interview you Captain…

Captain: About what?

Me: Just njee, positive things. I want to

publish something more inspiring, like
Captain tell us how his journey was from
back when he was never a Captain…until
now that you a Captain. How does it feel to
be in this kind of position? Yonke lanto…
Captain: Ohh okay, make sure you take a
best picture of me. Ndifuna uvela ndimhle
when you publish this…

Me: Hmmm, of course I will take thee

clearest picture dear Captain.

He smiled and I faked a smile, if only he

knew that this is my starting point to
exposing his dark secret. Mpendulo and I
still have a long journey to go with this.

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AYOLA MSIMANGO.
My lawyer called and told me that my
divorce papers were ready, I smiled hearing
these news and told him to bring them to
me. I will personally deliever them to Libo, I
want to see him sign and I want to tell him
indaba zakhe as well. After the call, I got
out of bed and walked to the ensuite to
freshen up.

45 minutes later, I looked good in my black

chino pants and orange blouse with orange
heels. I want Libo to regret see that even
without him, ndimhle ndenzi shit! I did some
make-up njee uba ndibe phaa, then puffed
my cologne. I walked out of the room to
attend the knock on the door and it was my
lawyer.

Me: Hey, thanks for this.

Shezz: Wow, you look beautiful.

Me: Enkosi, Shezz. Nawe you look fine…

He chuckled then handed me the envelope

that had the divorce papers, I smiled and
thanked him. He left and I sighed nervously
opening the envelope, then read through it
before signing where I had to…I looked at
my ring then removed it, before taking my
phone to call Libo. He answered
immediately…

Libo: Baby, I miss you. Please come

back…

Me: Hi, uphi?

Libo: I’m at work, I can go-

Me: Okay, I will meet you there.

I end the call before taking what I needed,

then walked out my apartment.

[AT LIBO’S COMPANY.]

I smiled walking in the building going
straight to the receptionist, she looked at
me smiling as I stood before her.

Ivy: Mrs. M, you look amazing.

Me: Thank you. Is Libo in? I made an

appointment with him not long ago.

Ivy: Yes, you can go through.

Me: Thank you, have yourself a lovely day.

She smiled and I walked to the elevator, I

pressed it and wait for a few seconds for it
to open. Some minutes later, I walked in
Libo’s office and he stood up immediately
when he saw me.

Me: Don’t come near me, please.

Libo: Baby, umhle. Look ndicela uxolo for

how I betrayed you, please come back
home.

Me: Lulibo, I didn’t come here for yonke

lento.

Libo: Ohh. Then why are you here?

I smiled and handed him the envelope. He
swallowed looking at it then took it, I watch
his face turn red as he opened and saw it
was divorce papers.

Me: I already signed ke mna, don’t worry

andifuni nix yakho. You can keep
everything, I just want your signature apho.

Libo: Ayola, so just over one mistake ufuna

undishiya nyani?

Me: Mistake? Uthi mistake, Libo? Hewena

une guts…you had a affair with my married
best friend, taking her to picnics!

I exhaled composing my anger then looked

at him again.
Me: Just sign those papers, I want them
before the end of tomorrow.

Libo: Why are you doing this?

Me: I’m giving you the freedom to fuck

whoever, you want. Andithi ubudikiwe
ndim?

Libo: Baby, Amanda was a horrible

mistake-

Me: Sign those divorce papers, Lulibo. Ohh

and just so you know, you caused our son
to be a toddler with anger issues. He hates
you, utshilo yena that I should tell you that.
He looked at me and I smiled sadly.

Me: I won’t deny you access to your kids,

but I want you to know you’ve caused
damage to Abongwe.

Libo: Baby-

He tore the divorce papers and I frowned

looking at him in disbelief.

Libo: We never going to divorce, we going

to fix things like every married couple.

Me: Don’t worry, I will ask my lawyer to

draw other divorce papers.

Libo: I won’t sign them.

Me: I will kindly get cops to escort me, then
have you sign them nge force. I’ve made up
my mind, ndakuxelela sisajola uba I don’t
take betrayal lightly…

I smiled them walked out his office, leaving

him stand there. I’m not going to fix broken
things mna, he cheated meaning he was
not happy somwhow. So ngoku maka
thandane with Amanda or whoever in
peace, as a free man moc marn.
·
·
I found myself parked in the parking lot of
Mpendulo’s workplace, he really has a
beautiful and big building.

Me: Ayola, what are you doing here?

I step out the car after asking myself that
question, I sighed and walked inside the
building. It smelled really fresh her, it was
very clean and his employees were very
neat as well. I walked to the 2 ladies in the
reception, the other one accompanied me
to his office. I thanked her as she left me in
front of the door, some of the journalist who
passed by kept giving me stares. I knocked
on the door and he let me in.

Me: Mpendulo, I-

I stopped on my tracks looking at Yondi

Mndini, sitting with him on the chairs near
the table. It looked like they were very
occupied with work.
Me: Uxolweni, the receptionist said you not
busy.

Yondi: Ohh nope, I was actually leaving for

lunch. Boss, I will see you after lunch…

Mpendulo: Don’t forget to bring me the KFC

Krusher, Yondi please.

Yondi: Okay, ndizoku phathela.

She giggled collecting her laptop and what

looked like a note pad, she is very
gorgeous. The cream formal jumpsuit
looked perfect on her, she had a lovely
body and telling by her confidence she
knew that. She came towards the door
where I stood and smiled… I blinked finding
myself mesmerized by her beauty.
Yondi: Ndicela udlula.

Me: Ohh sorry.

I moved out of the way and she walked out,

leaving her expensive scent behind. I heard
Mpendulo chuckle and I looked at him.

Me: What?

Mpendulo: One would swear you want her,

by the way you looking at her.

Me: I’m not gay. But Yondi is very

attractive, no cap.
He stood up and met me halfway, we
shared a hug and sat on the couch in his
office.

Mpendulo: What brings you here?

Me: Andazi, I just found myself driving here.

Mpendulo: You good? I can see something

is eating you up.

Me: Well, my lawyer gave me the divorce

papers today…

I started to tell him about what happened

earlier on and he listened.
Mpendulo: Well, what if he doesn’t sign
nyani?

Me: No he will, he has too.

Mpendulo: Yazi, I wanna kiss you so bad.

Me: Mpendulo…

His door opened and Amanda stood there

looking at us.

Amanda: Kwenzeka ntoni apha?

Mpendulo: Question is what are you doing

here? I made it clear stay the fuck away
from me!
Amanda: You still my husband, I brought
you lunch.

Me: Let me leave-

Mpendulo: Awuyi ndawo! Amanda, please

leave my company before I have security
escort you out.

Amanda: Mpendulo-

Mpendulo: Leave! And take your lunch with,

for all I know ufake korobela apho.

Amanda looked at me then Mpendulo,

before walking out with the lunchbox. I
stood up and tried walking pass him, but he
held me pulling me to him.
Me: Please don’t do this.

Mpendulo: But andenzanga nix njena.

Me: I have to meet my lawyer-

He kissed my before I finished my

sentence, I responded to the kiss then
pulled out moving back as my clit throbbed.

Me: I have to go.

Mpendulo: See you later.

Me: No, akho later ngandawo.

Mpendulo: We’ll see about that.

I sighed and turned to walk, he spanked my

ass and I blushed rushing to the door. He
chuckled and I walked out of his office,
hoping not to bump into Amanda at the
parking lot.

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YONDI MNDINI.
My head was really pounding because of
this Captain Thola thing, I felt like drinking
shots njee but phi ke? Mpendulo mentioned
someone is willing to help us locate the
Captain’s wife, but wants something in
return.
Anam: Yondi? Helloo…

Me: What?

Anam: I’ve been calling you for the past ten

minutes.

Me: Ufuna ntoni? I’m very much occupied

as you can see.

Anam: The boss is asking for you, uthi bring

your laptop with when you go there.

Me: Ohhh, thanks.

I sighed then leaned back on my chair

closing my eyes, feeling tired as hell.
Anam: Mntase, you good?

Me: Yhr, just tired.

Anam: Want me to get you a energy drink?

Me: No need, enkosi for offering though.

She nod and smiled walking to her station, I

finally stood up and walked to Mpendulo’s
office. I knocked twice and got in, he
dropped the call then stood up taking his
car keys and phone.

Me: Umm, kwenzeka ntoni?

Mpendulo: Where is your voice recorder

and notepad?
Me: At my working station, why?

Mpendulo: Get them Yondz, we leaving.

Me: Okaaay.

I followed him out his office, he told me I will

find him at the parking lot in his car. I
collected my stuff then followed after him 5
minutes later, I got in the car then settled on
the passenger seat.

Me: Siyaphi?

Mpendulo: To a mental institute.

Me: To do what?
Mpendulo: Thalitha James is there…

Me: The wife of the previous Captain

James.

He nod his head and started the car ignition

driving off.

Me: Wait…how did you locate her?

Mpendulo: I had my personal investigator

track her down.

Me: Why is she in a mental institute? I

thought lomntu was fine.
Mpendulo: Well we going the to find out
ngokwethu.

Me: I feel like meeting with Captain Thola’s

wife, izolo when I saw her picture in the
Captain’s office she was smiling. But her
eyes screamed miserable…

Mpendulo: You think Captain Thola, is

behind that misery?

Me: Who knows? He was capable of lying

to everyone about the previous Captain’s
death…

Mpendulo: We also have to find those 2

officers who killed with him.
Me: I’m working on that, well Akhona Khali
will help us track them down.

He looked at me smiling then drove off, just

hope all this goes accordingly without
mistakes or dead ends. We have to expose
Captain Thola, who knows what more he
had done…

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°

THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 199.
MPENDULO LUGALO.
Yondi and I were now at the mental
institute, we manage to get a private room
since we begged them to give us privacy to
talk with Thalitha James. I mean we have to
make sure no one hears about this,
because it’s very personal at this point.

Yondi: Sisi, le private room. How private is

it?

Sister: Very private, there are no cameras

or any sorts of secret listening devices.

Yondi: Good, let’s hope so, ngoba I would

hate to have this whole institute closed
down.

Sister: You have my word. But there will be

2 nurses standing outside the room, just in
case the patient starts acting up.

Me: Thanks sisi, ohhh hope you won’t

mention our presence here to anyone. If
you do you might be in danger yourself, we
know people, who know people, who know-

Sister: Bhuti, no need for lowkey threats I’m

a very confidential person.

She opened the private room, we stepped

in and looked at the two seat couch and the
one seat couch. The was also a wooden
table, hmmm this looks cosy.

Sister: You guys wait, while we go and get

Thalitha.

Me: Okay…

She left and Yondi and I sat on the 2 seat

couch, I looked at her laugh.
Me: Yintoni?

Yondi: What if they lock us here? And admit

us nge nkani…

Me: Hayi Yondi, sucinga udoti marn.

We shared a brief laugh and the door

opened, 2 nurses walked in with Thalitha
who looked out of place. She looked like
she has been highly dosed or something,
Yondi was chilled looking at the nurses as
they sat Thalitha opposite us on the one
seat couch before they gave us privacy.

Me: Hi Thalitha, ndingu Mpendulo and this

is my partner Yondi.
Thalitha was in her own world, not blinking
or anything.

Me: Yondi, I think this was useless…lomntu

is not even blinking.

Yondi: Akho useless ngandawo, can’t you

see lomntu is acting.

Me: Njani? Hayi Yondi, masambe.

Yondi: Thalitha James, you can quit yonke

le acting yakho…we trying to help you.

Me: Yondi masambe marn-

Yondi: Kawume Mpendulo, you didn’t drag

me here for nothing.
I chuckled as she said that looking at me all
serious, haibo ujikela kwa mna ngoku?

Yondi: Okay, maybe we should go nyani…I

think it’s useless helping umntu who is
frozen kanje, find justice for her dead
husband…

Yondi stood up and so did I, we were about

to open the door when Thalitha spoke.

Thalitha: Wait…

I looked at Yondi who gave me a side

smile, ohh I see what she just did. We
walked back to the 2 seat and Thalitha sat
up straight licking her lips…
Thalitha: Who are you two?

Yondi: We journalists, we just want to help

you.

Thalitha: Why would I trust you?

Yondi: You don’t have to if awufuni, but we

have evidence on who killed your husband.

Thalitha looked at us dumbstruck, she

started to cry and I felt pity for her.

Me: We didn’t mean to upset you, we could

always stop yonke lento if you want.

Thalitha: No, these are tears of joy.

Yondi: As much as I saw through your
acting, I can see that you went through a
lot.

Thalitha: After my husband died, I was

raped by his best friend-

Yondi: Wait…his best friend Captain Thola?

Thalitha: Ewe, he threatened to kill me too.

I tried finding help, but all those I asked
help from seemed to know the Thola and
he bring people to gang rape me.

I frowned looking at this woman, Yondi

seemed frustrated hearing all this. Such
things really trigger her somehow, I held her
head and she closed her eyes looking down
then exhaled.
Me: Is he the reason why you here?

Thalitha: Ewe, I had to act like ndiya

phambana just to get away from him.

Yondi: How did you find out Captain Thola,

killed your husband?

Thalitha: Traditional healers, I visted so

many of them bonke bandi khomba ku
Thola…

Thalitha smiled sadly then looked down, I

squeezed Yondi’s hand then she looked at
me.
Me: I think that’s enough for today, we don’t
want people to suspect Thalitha is acting.

Yondi: You sure? I mean the sooner we find

more information, the quicker this dog goes
behind bars.

Thalitha: No, he is right. You 2 come back

after two days..

Yondi: You sure?

Thalitha: Positive, my kids always visit

me…I will have to fill them in on this, ngoba
the nurses here will obviously tell them
ngani.
Yondi: From there, we communicate nawe
through your kids. So that the Captain won’t
suspect anything…

Me: How old are your kids?

Thalitha: Both my sons are 32 years old…

Me: Okay, you send tell them to go to

Media Ink…ndi sure they will know about
my company, we will talk to them kakuhle
phaya.

Yondi: Do they know you pulling up a

mental act?

Thalitha: Ewe, they do…now that we have

help, nabo they will have hope of finding
justice for their father.
Me: Okay, we will leave ke. Thank you for
your time.

Yondi: Yes, nice meeting you.

Thalitha: Okay, nice knowing you both.

Forgive me for the drama I’m about to
cause…

Me: What drama?

She started to scream and act crazy, Yondi

and I looked at her shocked and in
disbelief. Hhee bethuna, she deserves to
be an actress lo. The nurses came in and
hels her into place, we watch carefully as
they try restraining her…Thalitha quickly
winked at us during the act, one nurse
escorted us out and we left nyani. Minutes
later, we got in my car and laughed at what
just happened.

Me: Hebethuna, hayi kuyahlekwa noba

kuyafiwa!

Yondi: Qondba ndoyika ngoku ndiyazi she

is acting!

We laughed more and I started my ignition

and we went back to being serious and
discussing a way forward. Even the dead
will be shocked once we expose, Captain
Thola.

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LIYEMA LOKO.
I was doing my rounds at the hospital, when
one of the nurses approached me.

Nurse: Dr. Loko…

Me: Hi. Is everything okay?

Nurse: There is someone looking for you at

the receptionist.

Me: Who is that?

Nurse: A very sexy and handsome tall

guy…
I look at her confused, she was even
blushing and I kept wondering who she is
talking about.

Me: Tell whoever it is I will meet him in 5

minutes.

Nurse: Okay.

She hurried away and I smiled and went to

check on one of my patients, I really love
being a doctor shem tjoo. 5 minutes later, I
walked to the receptionist but found no one.

Me: Hey, I heard someone was looking for

me apha.

Receptionist: Ohh yes, he said you will find

him kwi parking lot.
Me: Hayi, didn’t he say who he is?

She shook her no and just then my phone

rang, I took it out of my pocket and I
blushed looking at Nkosi’s name flash on
the screen before answering.

Me: Nkosi, hey.

Nkosi: Haibo, 5 minutes iphelile oko

ndilinde wena njena.

Me: Ohh nguwe lo ubulapha?

Nkosi: Ewe, now ndise parking lot waiting

for you.
Me: Okay, ndiyeza.

I end the call and smiled walking out the

hospital building, going to the parking lot. I
saw his White BMW parked there and I
walked to it, I opened then climbed in
looking at him.

Me: Why uqumbile?

Nkosi: No marn, ndidiniwe njee.

Me: Nyani?

Nkosi: Ewe and ndine ntloko ebuhlungu,

kiss yakho would heal me.
I chuckled before pulling his chin then gave
him 2 pecks, he smiled closing his eyes.

Me: So why are you here?

Nkosi: I wanted to invite you over kwam,

tonight.

Me: Okay, fuck buddy.

Nkosi: Don’t call me that, iyandi caphukisa.

Me: But we are fuck buddies moc.

Nkosi: Mxm.

He started the ignition and I looked at him,

before buckling up.
Me: Where are you taking me?

Nkosi: Andazi nam, ngaske ungathethi

ngoba ndikuqumbele.

Me: Ngaske uqumbe oko, ngoba veske ube

sexy worse.

He rolled his eyes holding his smile, I

giggled as he drove off. He was really angry
at me shame, ngoba he was silent apha
endleleni.

Me: If undiqumbele I won’t go to your house

ke mna shem.
Nkosi: Andizoku cenga nam, but lumkele
ndingaku kuphi kwakho nge pipi.

I laughed looking out the window, he went

to a drive thru and asked me what I want. I
told him and he ordered for me, paid and
drove me back to work again. I kept feeding
him some of my fries apha, rhaa look at me
acting like he is mine.
·
·
After work, I drove myself home to prepare
for tonight. My kids basically abandoned me
and chose to live with my parents, and the
house is so lonely without them but I visit
them everytime I get and call them
everyday. My phone rang and it was a
unsaved number…
Me: Hello?

Voice: Hi, ndim uDayimani.

Me: Hey, uright?

Dayimani: Yhr marn, I just wanted to check

on you.

Me: Enkosi, I appreciate that.

We kept talking and I eventually ended the

call, I prepared myself for sleeping over at
Nkosi’s. At least I make sure that my vagina
is always waxed and clean…

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

I parked my car in Nkosi’s yard, then
climbed out of it before locking and walking
to the front door. I just braged in and
paused seeing the rose petals on the floor.

Me: Nkosi!

I followed the rose petals and found him

standing near the table, why does this look
like some romantic dinner. He looked at me
then smiled approaching me.

Me: What’s going on?

Nkosi: Isn’t it obvious?

Me: It is, qha ndi lost.

He chuckled then kissed me undoing the
coat I was wearing, he removed it then
looked at the lingerie I was wearing for him.

Nkosi: Awusekho yummy. Iza let’s have

dinner and then I will tell you uba zithini,
when we both full.

Me: I’m nervous, why am I nervous?

He chuckled and pulled me to the dinner

table, we sat down and dinned ke and trust
me the food taste good. A while later, he
cleared the table and came with a bottle of
wine and we drank it.

Me: So be honest, who cooked dinner?

Nkosi: Ndim njena.

Me: Yandi bhanxa Nkosi, haaa.

Nkosi: Serious njena, ndim. Theni ungandi

thembanga?

I shruggred then drank my wine. He sighed

and pulled his chair next to me, sitting so
close to me. He looked me in the eye and I
gave him a kiss, he pulled out then
caressed my thigh.

Me: Uright?

Nkosi: No. Liyema ndiyaku thanda mna, I’m

too old for fooling around ngoku. I want
something real with you…
Me: Nkosi…

Nkosi: Baby, ndayazi that you not

interested in dating. But ndiyacela marn,
give me a chance to love you.

Me: I was going to say, I also have feelings

for you. You make me feel things Nkosi,
foreign things at that and I love you nam.

Nkosi: So yavuma ubayi “meant to be”

yam?

I blushed and nod my head like a little kid,

he held the back of my neck then kissed
me. I straddled his lap then he stood up
walking to his room while we kissed. Guess
I should give love a second chance, Nkosi
might be my soulmate who knows?
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THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 200.
YONDI MNDINI.
Following morning, I woke up with an urge
to throw up. Ezile rushed after me as I ran
to the ensuite and threw up in the toilet, he
kept rubbing my back.

Ezile: It’s okay baby, it’s okay.

Once I was done, he gave me tissue to

wipe my mouth and I did before disposing
the tissue in the toilet then closed the toilet
seat flushing. I somehow felt light headed,
we both brushed our teeth silently and I
could see the worry on his face.

Me: Guluva, ndiright subana worry.

Ezile: You sure, mkam?

Me: Ndi sure, I’m just feeling light headed

ngoku.

Ezile: Mamela baby wam, call in sick-

Me: No. I’m going to work, Guluva.

I rinsed my mouth with mouth wash after,

then spat cleaning the basin.
Me: Besides…I think si stress salento ka,
Captain Thola.

Ezile: If iyaku stress to this point, we

dropping yobke lento baby.

Me: Ha.ana, no. We have to expose lenja.

Ezile: Andifuni uve kabuhlungu, baby.

Me: I’m okay, nyani kanti.

He pulled me to him then kissed me, I tried

pulling out but he deepened the kiss. I
giggled as we finally pulled out.

Ezile: Morning to you, my gorgeous wife.

Me: Morning, baby.

I gave him a short kiss again…

Ezile: Masi lungise and go to work, I swear I

will check up on you every 30 minutes
today.

Me: Ohh hayi ke, uyayi bhaxa.

Ezile: Kanti ndi serious. Ndiyaku thanda

evha?

Me: Uthandwa ndim.

We shared another kiss before going for a

shower. Showers with Ezile are never
innocent, but I don’t mind ngoba yi ndoda
yam.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

At work I received a call from the car
dealership and they told me the car, I
purchased was ready for me. I had to beg
them to delay my delivery because I have
crisis, they didn’t mind at all.

Teddy: Babes, uright?

Me: Ndiright, wena?

Teddy: I’m good, babes. Diniwe nje qha,

tjoo whoever came up with “work for
money” yi poes.
I chuckled as he said that giving me a hug
before sitting down on his work station,
behind me. I really need a energy drink,
because I have a long day today.

*
1 hour later, Teddy and I were coming back
from tea time when Nontle approached us.

Nontle: Yondi the boss asked to see you as

soon as you are back.

Me: Okay, thanks mntase.

Teddy: Lonto inkulu lento ni busy yiyo

noMpendulo.
Me: Ngaske ndikuxelele, but uzoyibona
once it’s published.

Teddy: Okay, hamba ke before he comes

looking for you.

Me: Okay, sharp.

I walked to Mpendulo’s office, I knocked

twice and was told to enter. I was confused
to see Captain Thola’s wife seated on the
chair, haibo and then?

Me: Ummm…molweni.

Mpendulo: Yondz, ngena and close the

door please.
I did exactly that and walked to sit on a
chair, next to Captain Thola’s wife. She
looked at me smiling and I smiled confused,
then looked at Mpendulo.

Mpendulo: This is Captain Thola’s wife.

Mrs. Thola, this is Yondi the journalist I’m
working with kule investigation.

Me: You told her about the investigation?

Mrs. Thola: If you worried about me being

the bad guy, trust me I’m not.

Me: Why would I entirely trust you?

Mrs. Thola: Because I was the one who

sent someone to give Akhona Khali, the
USB.
I turned to look at her and she nod her
head, she started to unbutton her shirt.

Mpendulo: Hayi sorry ma, wenzani?

Mrs. Thola: Trying to show you why I want

my husband behind bars, as much as you
do.

I gasped looking at the burns on her

stomach, some looked fresh and some
looked old.

Me: He did this to you?

Mrs. Thola: Ewe, I’ve been through hell in

my marriage. We might seem happg in
pictures and in public, but behind closed
doors Thola is a monster.

Mpendulo: Why haven’t you report this?

Mrs. Thola: To who? He always uses the

fact that yena uyi Captain and no one would
believe me.

Me: I’ve been a victim of abuse, trust I know

that akukho mnandi.

Mrs. Thola: I want to help you guys, I don’t

have much information but I know who the
2 officers with him in the footage is.

Me: You do?

Mrs. Thola: Yes. Officer Kholisa and Officer
Jack…I also have more evidence against
Thola. Pictures to be precise, ndi sure you
guys will need them nazi.

She took out an envelope from her bag,

then handed it to me. I opened and shit
Thola has some serious mental case, I
handed some to Mpendulo.

Me: This is dangerous more than we

expected ne…

Mpendulo: How did you get this?

Mrs. Thola: His lap dog, is my boyfriend

and we were planning to take Thola down
ever since he killed Someleze James.
Me: No, this is deep. Really deep…look at
this Mpendulo.

I showed him the picture he held what look

like a person’s heart, hayi this is bizzare.

Me: We tackling this story before Friday,

Thola has to face the law.

Mpendulo: So you think you safe after

betraying your husband?

Mrs. Thola: Don’t worry about that. Once he

gets sentenced, I will disappear with my
kids with no trace.

Me: Tjooo, thank for this.

She held the top of my hand smiling, I
blinked and kept looking at these pictures.
Fuck no! Hayi I underestimated this man,
he is very capable of murder.

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MAMVULANE.
Things have been very well by my side, I
got divorced and Sbu and I are in a serious
relationship. I didn’t know that sex is fun
even in old age, but it is. I walked in the
hospital going to my daughter’s ward, well
Nozibele gave birth last night to a baby boy
and I’m so happy to be a grandmother.

Me: Knock, knock.

Nozibele: Mama, come in.

Me: Kumkani, ninjani?

Kumkani: Over the moon mamzo, ndingu

tata.

We all shared a short happy laugh, I

sanitized my hands before holding the
baby. Kumkani said he has to go and buy
Nozibele some lunch, I love how he is
treating my daughter. Once he was out the
ward, Nozibele looked at me.

Nozibele: So mama, tell me…did you do it?

Me: Do what, my baby?

Nozibele: Pregnancy test, Mamvulane.

Me: Hayi Nozibele, I’m very old to be

pregnant mna. Imagine a whole 56 years
old pregnant?

Nozibele: Mama, God works in mysterious

ways njena. I would be happy to have a
little sibling.

Me: Hayi Nozi, besides Sbusiso is 60 years

old. Ndi sure sperms zakhe expired from
ukwenza abantwana.

She laughed looking at me, I smiled playing

with my grandson who looked so much like
Nozibele. I stayed there for a while then left
after Kumkani came back, I thought of
passing by the mall and consider buying ezi
pregnancy test.
·
·
At home I paced up and down, Gloria kept
checking the timer on her phone.

Gloria: Shlobo, yhuu if umithi nyani ndizoba

ngu gog’aunty!

Me: Hayi nawe, sundenzela nerves.

We laughed and the timer went off, I rushed

to check the pregnancy tests.

Gloria: And? Shlobo!

Me: Gloria ndimithi!

Gloria: Yhuuu! Haibo, halala!

She stood up and tried doing a vosho, how

can I be pregnant ag this age? Haibo kanti
amajoni ka Sbusiso anjani? Umithisa kule
age yena…hayi Mamvulane.

Me: Funeke ndixelele, Sbusiso.

Gloria: Nxiba lace shlobo, umxelele u’sexy.

Me: Hayi wena marn, hima ngezimanga.

Gloria: Izimanga for life!

I looked at her and laughed, mxm why is
she always like this lona? I wonder how will
Sbusiso react to these news, eyyy.

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INSERT 201.
YONDI MNDINI.
Few days later, I walked in the building
smiling like a retard. Teddy approached me
in a hurry holding his tablet.

Teddy: Yondi! What the hell?

Me: Good morning, babes.

Teddy: You telling me Captain Thola is was
a murderer this whole time?!

Me: Yeap, that is exactly what the exposeé

is saying.

He went on, on how he doesn’t believe this.

Mpendulo had the exposé published
yesterday after the Captain was arrested.
We had to find a commissioner from
another station to help us with the arrest,
we had all solid and clear evidence to send
Thola straight to prison. Everyone was
shocked to hear the reason why Captain
Thola is arrested and that he is capable of
doing such.

Teddy: He even abused his wife and raped

the previous Captain’s wife! Yhuu hayini,
awunom gqibela umntu.
Mpendulo showed up looking fine in his
designer formal suite, everyone in the office
gathered around as he asked us to.

Mpendulo: Molweni, I won’t be long

but…Yondi, ndicela uzoma next to me.

Me: Yes, sir.

I went and stood besides him, then looked

at my colleagues.

Mpendulo: Yet again Yondi, has put Media

Ink in the number one charts. Without her,
we wouldn’t have known who Captain Thola
truly is and what he is capable of.
Me: I won’t take all the credit, because we
got help from a few sources. Some of them
didn’t want to be disclosed and some are
mentioned on the exposé.

Anam: So you telling me, khona video of

the Captain killing someone on top of the
pictures provided ?

Mpendulo: Yes, ikhona video. And

unfortunately the commissioner suggested
we don’t circulate the video.

Teddy: Hayi, pictures are not enough. We

curious on seeing the video.

Mpendulo: Not happening. Please be aware

that the office will be busy today, calls will
cone in ngoba Yondi Mndini put us on the
chart again.

He went on and spoke more, I’m just happy

Captain Thola is arrested mna. Not to forget
Officer Jack and Officer Kholisa were also
arrested this morning. I have to visit
Thalitha James and tell her the good news,
or maybe her sons already shared the news
with her. I wonder how is Captain Thola’s
wife?

[DURING LUNCHTIME.]
I was with my friends at this restaurant and
trust me, our lunch had to be disturbed by
people trying to take pictures with me or
journalists from other companies
questioning me.
Me: I won’t stand le kaka.

Mpumi: Bitch! Enjoy yonke lento, ndi sure

you feel like some celebrity.

Me: Hayi this is frustrating, I can’t even eat

in peace. Jonga like those 2 journalists over
that table, waiting for me to walk out of here
bazondi hlaba nge questions.

Teddy: Uyi hero, mngani! Funeke uthi

shades and scarf nawe xa uhamba in public
ngoku.

Liyema: Awu phambene, Teddy.

We all laughed and Teddy smiled lifting his

glass in the air.
Teddy: Let’s make a toast…

Busi: Eyona nto, ngaske ndisele lo cocktail

yakho.

We laughed lifting up our juice glasses,

while Teddy had his cocktail glass up.

Teddy: Congratulations to our gorgeous

Yondz, for being the hero and save us from
that devil killer Thola.

Them: CHEERS-

Teddy: Yimani, woah…theni ningxamile?

Me: Hayi wena, nantsika.

We waited for him to continue making his
toast.

Teddy: To more deals, more money, more

saving patients at the hospital. To us all
being happy and relevent kule friendship,
siphefumlise oodevil nge pipes.

Me: Are we allowed to cheers ngoku?

Teddy: Buzi kaka, cheers bitches!

We laughed clicking our glasses, Teddy

sisbhanxa shem.

Me: Nganxili kakhulu Teddy, we still have to

go back to the office.
Teddy: I’II have just this one cocktail..

I looked up and those two journalists were

still sitting there, I know damn well they
waiting for me to leave apha. At least they
respected my lunch privacy unlike the rest.
·
·
At work phones were ringing the whole
damn time annoying me. My phone rang
and I sighed picking up.

[PHONECALL.]
Me: Yondi Mndini, how can I help?

Voice: You speaking to Siyakhamela Tobo,

a Journalist.
Me: Yes, how can I help?

Siyakhamela: I would like to know how did

you find so much evidence on, Captain
Thola?

Me: Like any journalist, I got it through

connections.

Siyakhamela: Now that you exposer the

Captain, do you think you safe?

Me: For all I know I’m safe.

Siyakhamela: I’m sure you confident about

your safety, given that you married to a
well-known gangster.
Me: Yabona bhuti, uyayinyela kengoku.
Bye, futhi.

I dropped the call and threw my phone on

the desk, I held the sides of my head
feeling exhausted. I frowned looking at
Teddy hand me the wireless telephone.

Me: Tell whoever ndi busy.

Teddy: This is the Commissioner.

Me: What?

I took the phone and put it against my ear.

Me: Commissioner Ryan?

Commissioner: Yondi, I tried getting a hold
of you and your boss but your lines seem
busy.

Me: We’ve been getting calls all day.

Commissioner: You two are heroes after all.

I would like if you two come down to the the
station.

Me: Okay, we’ll be there.

Commissioner: Thanks.

I end the call and gave it back to Teddy. He

gave me a side hug and I found myself
tearing up.
Teddy: Aww, I get that this is all frustrating
you.

Me: It’s like ndivule a can of worms.

Teddy: It will be over as time goes.

I nod and carefully wiped my tears, he

kissed the top of my head then I stood up
going to tell Mpendulo the commissioner
wants to see us.

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MPENDULO LUGALO.
I looked at Yondi as I drove us to the police
station, she looked frustrated.

Yondi: Yazi I’m happy we exposed the

Captain, but all this attention is driving me
nuts.

Me: I know this is just the start. We getting

radio interviews, I’m happy Media Ink is
number one in the charts again. But all this
is really frustrating somehow…

Yondi: I wonder lo commissioner ufuna

ntoni yena?

Me: I’m guessing it’s related to the Captain

Thola, exposé.
She leaned back on the seat, opening the
window a bit with her eyes closed. I
chuckled then focused on the road.

[A WHILE LATER.]
We were in the office with the
commissioner and he was all smiles looking
at us.

Me: Why are we here, Commissioner

Ryan?

Commissioner: You two are the talk of the

town, media and soon you will be the talk
internationally.

Yondi: Commissioner Ryan, why are we

here?
Commissioner: You guys are really
remarkable, the law really need people like
you by our side.

Yondi: Mpendulo, uthini na lo?

She asked under her breath holding the

bridge of her nose, tshini le ntokazi ibuza
kwa mna.

Me: I thought journalist and people in your

line of work are already working together.

Commissioner: Yes, but I want you to two

to help me with something else.

Me: What?
Commissioner: Help me find “The Seventh
Circle”.

Yondi chuckled bitterly next to me, she sat

up right fixing her blazer.

Yondi: There is a serious matter at hand,

Captain Thola is still in a holding cell and
not sentenced. Here you are bull shitting
and talking about “The Seventh Circle”.

Me: Yondi has a point, we don’t want to be

involved in this.

Yondi: Tshini hayi uyanya lo! You busy

chasing after non-existing people, while a
damn killer is still in a holding cell!

Commissioner: Yondi, calm down-

Yondi: Calm down, yamasimba marn! All
this energy you investing in finding “The
Seventh Circle”, should be the energy you
use in having Thola behind bars as soon as
yesterday!

She clicked her tongue standing up then

walked to the door, but stopped before
opening. She chuckled looking at,
Commissioner Ryan.

Yondi: I’ve tried finding “The Seventh

Circle” before, many tried and it lead to a
dead end. They don’t exist! Better focus on
putting Captain Thola officially in orange
uniform, or I’m going to dig dirty laundry
about you too commissioner and you will
end up like Captain Thola.
Commissioner: Are you threatening me?

Yondi: I don’t do threats, Commissioner. I

make promises and trust me, I’m a woman
of my word…ask Captain Thola about me,
he will tell you.

She opened the door and walked out, the

commissioner swallowed and I stood up.

Me: You better do as she say, we didn’t

waste our time and sweat only to be told
about “The Seventh Circle”.

Commissioner: Maybe she is right, they

don’t exist.
Me: They don’t exist. We all being fooled by
groups of gangster doing illegal things,
hiding behind “The Seventh Circle” name.

Commissioner: Tell her, I will do as she

said. She doesn’t have to dig dirty laundry
about me.

I chuckled then nod walking out, I’ve always

known there is no such thing as “Seventh
Circle”. Qha sibhanxwa ngalama gintsa
now we all believe in such, I thank God and
my ancestors for blessing me with an
employee like Yondi. She really is a
badass!

I found Yondi standing by my car, looking

serious or rather angry as fuck.
Yondi: Kawuvule please, sihambe apha.

Me: Yazi ntoni, I will get you ice cream to

calm down.

She smiled innocently looking at me and I

laughed, akaphilanga uYondi.

Yondi: Nyani?

Me: Ewe, nyani…

I told her what the commissioner said I

should tell her, she just chuckled and took
out her ringing phone. She answered and
looks like the caller was frustrating her
more, guess it’s one of those journalist
asking her about this Captain Thola thing. I
smiled as we both got in the car, maybe I
should throw her a “Job Well Done” party
ngoba she really works hard.

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INSERT 202.
AKHONA KHALI.
Me and the gents were at the Craftsmen
house, waiting for Mafungwashe to get
here. We got her a little something as a
appreciation token.

Sive: She did it once again, bafethu.

Me: Yhr, no uyayi deserve award.

Ezile: Embrace yourselves majita, expect
anything ngoba she didn’t sound happy
over the phone.

Mahle: Njani bawo?

Ezile: Bafos, I know my wife. She sounded

very frustrated nje..

Nkosi: Ndi sure it has nothing to do with us.

We kept talking and then my phone pinged

alerting I just received a message, I have
so many unread messages from numbers I
don’t know.

Andile: Do you guys think Mafungwashe,

will love her gift?
Ezile: Definitely, I mean Yondi appreciates
yonke into she receives. No matter how
little it is.

Me: Khumbula the day I got her a lollipop,

she couldn’t even hide her excitement.

We chuckled and I got a text from Teddy,

asking me if he should cook or not. I
blushed replying to his message, Teddy
really does things to me. Mna and him are
definitely going far, when it comes to us
having babies we will just find a married
couple who struggles financially and the
woman can be our surrogate.

[1 HOUR LATER.]
Yondi got in the warehouse looking
frustrated, talking with someone on the
phone. Bragadier was right about her being
frustrated, she wrapped up her call then
greeted us stsring into nothing.

Ezile: Baby, uright?

Yondi: No, no andikho right. Do I look

alright?

Me: Mafungwashe tell us what is bothering

you.

Lucky: You guys himani, she looks like she

is about to faint.

Yondi: I’m about to faint vele.

She sighed then gave us this look, Ezile
stood behind her and gave her a hug.

Yondi: What’s bothering me is the

Commissioner.

Sive: The one who helped with the arrest of

Captain Thola?

Yondi: Ewe. Commissioner Ryan, is out to

hunt you guys down.

We looked at each other confused as she

said that.

Nkosi: Sochuma uthini? I’m confused…

Yondi: Confused ntoni? Lomntu asked me
and Mpendulo to help him, track down
“THE SEVENTH CIRCLE”.

Mahle: And?

Yondi: Obviously, I refused. Well I

threatened him…

Ezile: You threatened the Commissioner?

Yonxi: That was the only way to have him

let go of this.

We chuckled looking at her, she is the

brave. Bragadier gave her a neck kiss, she
blushed looking down.
Andile: Kawutsho Fungwashe, utheni when
you threatened him?

Lucky: Nam ndifuna uyiva kele…

She told us what she told the

Commissioner and trust me, I wad proud of
her. Lomntu is protecting us, the gents and
I looked at each other smiling.

Me: I’m proud of you. Yazi ntoni, I will help

you dig the Commissioner’s dirty laundry.

Yondi: You guys should be on the look out

though, ndoyika something might happen to
you’s.
Ezile: Nothing will happen to us, akhomntu
who will find out about us being The
Seventh Circle.

Yondi: No, but ndim ibhozza…I mean ndiyi

God, ngoba I managed to know the real
members of Seventh Circle.

Us: Tshesa wena!

We all shared a laugh, she really is good at

her thing no cap.

Yondi: On a serious note, promise you all

will be cautious? Because if y’all get
arrested, trust me I will break you
individually out of prison then kill you guys
shem.
Andile: Trust us.

Me: Besides we would like to thank you for

always risking your everything for us.

Lucky: And for being there for us whenever

we need you.

Ezile: For keeping our darkest secrets.

Nkosi: And for risking your career for thina,

and keeping our true identity a secret.

Mahle: We love you, Mafungwashe.

Yondi: I love you guys too.

She smiled wiping her tears, we gave her a
group hug. She really is a godsent, always
there for us.

Andile: We have something for you,

Fungwashe lethu.

Yondi: What?

Me: I will go and get it fast, fast.

She smiled confused, I quickly went to

where we put the Money Bouquet and the
jewellery box that contained a personalized
bracelet. Engraved with “Mafungwashe”

Yondi: Haaa, you guy inixakile mali ne?

We chuckled as she asked that seeing the
money bouquet.

Sive: Let me help you with this one…

He grabbed the bracelet box from me,

Yondi was all smiles. You could literally see
the happiness in her eyes.

Ezile: Suzi bamba, baby wam. We can see

the happiness in your eyes so unleash it.

Yondi: Please, you gents are making me

shy.

Lucky: Haa! Since when?

She clapped excitedly doing a little jump as
soon as she saw the bracelet, we chuckled
and Sive helped her wear it.

Yondi: Ayintle thank you guys, for all this.

Us: NCOOOOH!

She laughed crying, hayi she is such a

crybaby. Ingathi kanti kani khona something
inside so strong, you know a bun in the
oven. I’m praying there is phof, Yondi and
Bragadier deserves all the happiness. We
all do, can’t wait to meet all the babies on
the way! Jonga amajita wam ayamithisa,
well except Andile ngoba he hasn’t found
the one yet.
·
·
Few hours later, I drove to my house and
found Teddy looking good in my T-shirt. I bit
my lower lip, my heart racing seeing my
soulmate cook for me. I really love Teddy,
so much and more.

Me: Aww, soulmate yam.

Teddy: Baby. I missed you ke sarn…

Me: I missed you, ndicela kiss mna.

I walked to him and held his waist then

devoured his lips. I ran my hand to his ass
and grabbed his butt cheek, I shoved my
tongue in his mouth and we tongue kissed.
He pulled out looking at me…

Me: Ndiyaku ncanywa uyevha?

Teddy: Ndiyaku thanda mna self.

I smiled more like blush then gave him a

peck.

Me: So upheka ntoni?

Teddy: Uzobona xa ndi phakile.

Me: Mmm, okay. Mandiyo hlamba fast ne?

Teddy: You will find me here.

Me: I thought you will join me njena?

Teddy: Haa Akhona, awudikwa zi mpundu?

I laughed spanking hiss ass.

Me: Not ezi zakho, never!

Teddy: Hambo hlamba, I will give you some

later tonight.

I smiled walking to my room, fuck ndi nzulu

kule love.

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ANDILE DAYI.
It’s Tuesday morning and I was all formal
ready to go to work, when a knock came
through my front door. I fixed my tie and
went to open. My parents stood there with a
female wearing a makoti attire.

Tata: Andile, singa ngena?

Me: Ewe, but ngubani lo?

Tata: Sicela ungena, we’ll talk inside.

I sighed and moved out of the way, I watch

them walk in. See my father is a very
arrogant man while my mother is this sweet
and quiet person. I’m the only child they
have, but that don’t bother me because I
have friends and they are like brothers to
me.

We all sat down on the couches.

Me: Kwenzeka ntoni apha?

Tata: Molo, Andile-

Me: I asked kwenzek ntoni apha?

Tata: Intombi le sihamba nayo, ngu

Milani…your wife.

I chuckled in disbelief, imagine me Andile

the pussh lover having a wife. Worse I don’t
know this lady mna!

Me: Mama, please tell you husband ndifuna

ahambe kwam. Together with lo Milani
wakhe.
Tata: Andile! Milani is here to stay, we paid
lobola in your behalf.

Me: As far as I’m concerned, ndi single and

ndiyafeba in peace. So le undixelela yona
adiyazi, take your second wife and leave
since you paid lobola for her!

My father looked at me angry then stormed

out, followed by this Milani woman. My
mother stood up then gave me a hug.

Mama: I’m sorry, I tried stopping your father

but yamazi unjani.

Me: Godusani umntana wabantu, or better

yet you take her as your sister wife. Andithi
your husband paid lobola for her.
Mama: But Andile, you are 28 years old.
When will you stop playing around?

Me: When my heart tells me to.

Mama: Is it because uli gintsa? You afraid

to love…

Me: No, I just don’t do relationships mama.

Please leave, I have a business meeting to
get to.

Mama: Think about this. Milani is a lovely

lady, naye she didn’t want neither of this but
they forced her.

She smiled caressing my cheek, before

leaving. I clenched my jaws ngoba I won’t
think about anything, I’m not taking anyone
as my wife ndi grand ngoku ndi single. Hayi
rhaa basile abazali!

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INSERT 203.
LIYEMA LOKO.
It was my day off, I miss my kids and I’m
definitely fetching them at school today.
They stay with my parents, yhini being
dumped by my babies njee kanjalo. My
morning was actually going fine and
peaceful when a knock came through my
door, the fuck is it? I slowly walked to open
the door and I was met by Lukholo’s,
fiancé.

Me: Umm.. hi, Yibanathi.

Yibanathi: Hello, can I come in?

Me: Jonga if you here for unnecessary

fights, don’t even bother-

Yibanathi: No, no. I’m only here to talk,

please I’m not one who fights for indoda.

Me: Good, ngena.

She smiled and walked in and the way she

looked at me, really creeped me. I sighed
and closed the door then led her to the
lounge.

Me: Can I offer you anything?

Yibanathi: Ohh, juice please.

Me: Coming right up.

I quickly went to the kitchen and got her the

juice she wanted, I poured myself a glass to
and walked back to the lounge. She
blushed as I gave her the juice.

Yibanathi: You have a lovely home.

Me: I try marn, all this is because of hard

work.

Yibanathi: Lukholo once told me you a

doctor.

Me: Yeah, true that.

Yibanathi: You are the girl you think you
are. I mean unemali ungu gqirha, and you a
single parent to 2 kids.

Me: Yibanathi, why are you really here?

She sighed and came to sit next to me on

the 2 seat couch, I raised my eyebrow
confused looking this woman as she held
my hands. I felt like yanking them away, but
I didn’t want to seem like ndi bitter or
something ngoba that is how she will see it
moc since ndiyi baby mama ka Lukholo.

Yibanathi: Look when Lukholo and I met,

you used to be the only thing he spoke
about.
Me: Okay?

Yibanathi: And trust me, I was jealous

which is normal ngoba imagine your
boyfriend praising their ex. So I stalked you
and that got me really worried…

Me: Worried?

Yibanathi: Yeah, I believed that you would

come out of nowhere and want him again.

Me: Lukholo is past tense to me, the only

thing that combine us is our daughter so if
you think, I will cause baby mama drama in
the near future andiyiyo lo type.

Yibanathi: I know. Look, when I met you for

the first time at the restaurant and Lukholo
approached you and your date…I felt
threatened ngoba I feel he still wants you.

Me: As I’ve said, andimfuni Lukholo wakho.

Yibanathi: I know but I want me and you to

have a connection, you know? I don’t want
you to hate me because of him.

Me: I don’t hate, I don’t particularly like you

also because andikwazi really.

Yibanathi: I’m hoping we get to know each

other, ngoba soon I will be a stepmother to
Iphemna.

She sighed nervously and I squeezed her

hand gently.
Me: I’m cool with that, as long as you
promise to treat my daughter well.

Yibanathi: Trust me, I will…Iphe is such a

adorable and talkative sweetheart, besides
I love kids mna.

Me: Good, really good.

We sat there and spoke for a while, she is

really a sweet person shame. I really hope
Lukholo won’t change her, ngoba that is
what men tend to do…they turn sweet to
bitter.
·
·
A while later, Yibanathi said she had to go
to her nail appointment so I accompanied
ber to the door. I mean she is a vistor moc,
and I grew up knowing that when visitors
leave see them out.

Me: You really a cool person Yiba, please

stay this humble and nice.

Yibanathi: You think I’m cool?

Me: Yeah, I mean is there a problem?

Yibanathi: No, no there isn’t.

She blushed looking down, I was about to

open the door when she caught me off
guard and kissed me. I swear I froze ngoba
I wasn’t expecting that, she quickly moved
back and opened the door running out the
house leaving me fucken gobsmacked.
What the fuck just happened here? My ex’s
soon to be wife just kissed me
unexpectedly…

Me: Hebethuna.

I chuckled in shock then clapped once,

before going to wash away the sin she just
did to my mouth. I texted my friends on our
WhatsApp group to come over after work, I
have news for them. Yhuuu ndi shocked
bethuna rhatis!

[DURING LUNCHTIME.]
I drove to my man’s company, just to visit
him njee. The receptionist was so
welcoming shem and she accompanied me
to Nkosi’s office.
Me: So tell me Gail, is Nkosi’s personal
assistance a male or female?

Gail: A female. But worry not, she is

married.

Me: I’m jealous and even the married ones

sin.

Gail: I would be jealous too, see when I see

my man with a female. I just feel hot
immediately with anger..

We shared a brief laugh and she knocked

on Nkosi’s door, but he wasn’t there. I told
her, she can leave I will wait for him to
make his appearance. She left and I closed
the door, making myself comfortable in
Nkosi’s office seat.
15 minutes later, he walked in but stopped
on his tracks seeing me sitting behind his
desk.

Me: Surprise…

Nkosi: Sthandwa sam, and then?

Me: Am I not allowed to visit indoda yam?

Nkosi: You are baby, qha ndise shocked. I

mean ndiphuma kwi heated meeting, so
your visit means a lot to me.

I stood up and told him to lock the office

door, he did before looking at me. I walked
to him removing my dress and he swallowd.
Me: Is your office sound proofed? Ngoba I
want to moan your name to the top of my
lungs.

Nkosi: Liyemam sundilinga, uzophuma

uhamba nje nge dada apha.

Me: But mna ndilinga umthondo wakho, not

wena baby.

I went down on my knees then slowly

unbuckled his pants, then unzipped his zip
before letting the pants drop along with his
briefs. He grunt as soon as my mouth came
in contact with his dick, I gave him a
blowjob…deep throating him.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

I regret going to Nkosi’s office, he was
serious when he said I will walk out the
office like a duck. He tore me shem, and it
burns like hell down there worse my friends
are on their way here. Just then Siyakha,
Yondi and Teddy got here first and greeted.

Yondi: Mntase don’t you have wine here?

Me: Ikhona why do you look like this?

Yondi: Ndidikiwe chomi, I’m gatvol njee

shem.

She walked to the kitchen to get the bottle

of wine, I looked at Teddy.

Teddy: I think she is pregnant uYondz,

moods zakhe zi all over.
Siyakha: Haa if she hears you say that,
uzoku phambanela.

I giggled as they whispered to each other,

Yondi came back with a bottle of wine and
glasses for me, him and Teddy.

Siyakha: What about me?

Yondi: You is what about?

Siyakha: Hayi chomi, ndi pregnant I don’t

drink wine.

Yondi: Yhoo ndilibele, uxolo babes.

Teddy: I will go and get the juice, yhuu
Yondi…

Yondi shrugged and poured herself a glass

of wine, then drank from the glass.

Yondi: Yhuu hayi sarna, yabona lento ka

Captain Thola will be the death of me.

Me: Still having paparazzis at you?

Yondi: Jonga and Teddy is enjoying it yena.

Siyakha: Teddy ngothanda uba famous.

We shared a brief laugh and Teddy came

back with juice, just as Busi and Mpumi
walked in the house. They joined us and we
exchanged greetings, catching up a bit.

Mpumi: Sochuma chomi, ntoni wena usela

wine kanje?

Yondi: Ndibu gowarha, work has me by the

pits.

Busi: Kandiphe glass chomi, ndaske nda

rhala-

Teddy: One glass only, half a glass Yondi.

Yondi: Okay, sharp.

Yondi poured Busi a half glass of wine,
kuthiwa a glass is not dangerous for
pregnant woman after all.

Me: Guess what bethuna!

Teddy: Thetha srhama sakho!

Me: Ndithe guess…

Siyakha: You finally have a man?

Me: Well ewe, but you guessed wrong.

Busi: Hima! So you do have a man?

Me: I do.
I blushed sipping from my glass of wine,
Yondi giggled sitting back on the couch.

Teddy: Bitch who?

Yondi: Ayicace ngu Nkosi, andazi how you

guys haven’t notice the way they look at
each other.

Mpumi: Yhuu so iqale nini?

Me: We made things official not long ago.

Yondi: I’m happy you giving love a chance

again.

Teddy: Ewe, ibizo bola kuku without dick.

We laughed as he said that, mxm Teddy
uyadika shame rhaa!

Me: So ke, Yibanathi was here.

Mpumi: Who the fuck is that?

Me: Lukholo’s fiancé…

Yondi: She was here to catfight?

Me: Actually no. At first I thought she was

here for lonto, but…

I told them what happened today when

Yibanathi was here, and how the bitch
kissed me. They silently stared at me then
chuckled…

Yondi: Rebuke that thing mntase!

Teddy: Nqoo ngoba sislingo, yhuu hayi

fayaaa!

We laughed and kept talking, they kept

making a joke about me being kissed by
another female. Trust me ndise shocked,
I’m going to stay the hell away from la
Yobanathi ngoba she creeps me out shem
and dangerous lol.

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MAMVULANE.
I smiled looking at Sbusiso drive us to
wherever, he said it’s a surprise and trust
me ndine nerves. Not because of his
surprise, but I’m just wondering how I’m
going to tell him we having a baby in this
age.

Sbusiso: Mamvulane omhle, uright?

Me: No, ndiright. Qha I’m just wondering

undisa phi…

Sbusiso: Uzobona wena, futhi you going to

love it.
Me: Okay. How is your sons?

Sbusiso: Luyanda and Banathi are fine, just

always busy. Unjani yena u’princess?

I smiled looking ahead, he really adores

Nozibele and she also loves it when
Sbusiso calls her princess.

Me: She is okay, I have to be there for her

kakhulu ngoku ngoba she gave birth.

Sbusiso: She sent me the baby pictures, he

is so cute. Makes me have baby fever…

Me: You wouldn’t mind having babies at

this age?
Sbusiso: Tuu, I love abantwana mna and I
wouldn’t mind having more babies with you.

Me: Okay, ndilambile futhi.

He held my hand and kissed it looking at

me, before focusing on the road again.

Sbusiso: There is plenty of good where we

going.

Me: Thank you.

Sbusiso: Anything for you, my woman.

Me: No, I meant thank you for loving me.

You make me happy, Sbu…very happy.
Sbusiso: You my happiness and l love you
kakhulu, uyevha?

I blushed nodding my head, gosh never

thought I would be this in love kule age.
·
·
We got to this hotel then walked to the
presidential suite, I smiled looking at the
romantic set up dinner.

Me: Uncedwe ngubani?

Sbusiso: No one, mntuwam. All this was

done by me, iza let’s eat ke.

Me: Okay, it’s smells good.

Sbusiso: I hired a private chef, 2 chef’s to
be specific.

Me: Baphi ngoku?

He rang the small bell on the table, a male

and female chef came to view. I smiled
looking at them…

Me: I just wanted to thank you guys for

cooking all this, it smells very good.

Female Chef: Hope you will love the taste

to.

Me: Ohh I will, hope you guys left

something to eat for you too.
Male Chef: Yes, we’ll dine in the kitchen.
Please
Enjoy the rest of your night, sir and
ma’am…

They did a little bow then left, Sbusiso held

my hand over the table smiling.

Me: Yintoni?

Sbusiso: Itya baby, sizokwazi uya kwi

rooftop.

Me: Kanti what is going on?

Sbusiso: Uzobona, let’s eat ke mama.

I nod and we ate, lomntu wasn’t giving me a
break ngoba he kept charming me.
Amadoda will kill us kamnandi, I wondered
if I should break the news now or not.

Me: Sbu, khona something I want to tell

you.

Sbusiso: What, muhleza?

Me: Ndimithi…

Sbusiso: My love, please sudlala kanjalo.

Me: No ndi serious.

He looked at me with teary eyes then stood,

pulling me up giving me a tight hug.
Sbusiso: Enkosi for undimithela, I know we
are old for umntana but that doesn’t matter.

Me: Are you happy?

Sbusiso: Very happy. Are you?

Me: Ndi over the moon.

We kissed then pulled out seconds later,

before continuing with our dinner. Some
while later, after dinner he took me to the
hotel rooftop and I smiled looking at the
shining stars and moon.

Sbusiso: Ndicela ume apha and look up the

sky, don’t remove your eyes sthandwa sam.
Me: Okay, ndino valo.

Sbusiso: I’m here with you.

I looked up then smiled looking at the

firework, but my face dropped in disbelief
when I saw the fireworks form a “Would
You Marry Me?”

Me: Sbusiso?

Sbusiso: Mamvulane omhle, I know it’s very

soon but…

I turned to look at him as he slowly kneeled,

I put my hand over my mouth as he opened
the ring box.
Sbusiso: We are both old, so let me do right
by you and marry you. Ndicela
unditshathe? Ngoba ndiyaku thanda mna.

Me: Ndiyaku thanda nam. Promise asoze

undishiye for omnye umntu?

Sbusiso: Asoze, mntuwam.

Me: Okay, I will marry you.

He smiled and I heard cheering and

clapping, I looked at where people stood
watching on the balcony. Sbu slid the ring
on my finger and I smiled, kissing him then
admired it.
Voices: Mamvulane!

I turned to look at the familiar voices, I

gasped seeing Toddly and Yondi.

Me: Bantwana bam! Nilapha?!

Yondi: Ewe Mamvulane wethu, we were

invited by isoka lakho.

Teddy: Umkhulu bae!

We laughed and I hugged them crying, I

missed them. So Sbu pays attention when I
talk, I’m glad they are here ngoba they are
like my children.

Me: Sbu, you old sly fox!

Sbusiso: Bendifuna le mini ibe special,
nanku no’princess.

I looked at where he pointed and my

daughter came to view, but Kumkani wasn’t
here. Sbusiso’s son were walking besides
her like her bodyguards, they got to me and
gave me a group hug.

Me: Uphi umntana, Nozibele?

Nozibele: Uhleli noKumkani, I won’t stay

long nam ngoba uyayazi uba funeke
ndonasile.

Me: Ewe, my baby…Luyanda, Banathi.

Them: Mams.

They chuckled giving me a hug, someone

screamed and I saw Gloria running to me
with a giftbag.

Gloria: Halala! Halalaaaa!

She hugged me tight then gave me a peck,

we all laughed at how excited she is.

Me: So ndim lo who didn’t know about

yonke lento?

Gloria: Ibiyi surprise. Unjani uvuya?

Me: Ndonwabe kakhulu, especially that

wonke umntu endimthandayo ulapha.
They smiled and Sbu pulled me to a hug,
they all congratulated me and I stole a
glimpse of Luyanda staring at Yondi. He
looked like a man in love, but I see a bug
diamond ring on Yondi’s finger moc.

[NARRATED.]
While everyone spoke, Yondi excused
herself to call Bragadier to come and fetch
her. She missed her man already, while
walking Luyanda held her hand gently. She
turned to look at him and smiled, he
swallowed looking at her with his heart
racing.

Yondi: Hi, ungu Luyanda right?

Luyanda: Ewe. And you are Yondi Mndini,
the famous journalist.

Yondi pulled her hand away from him still

smiling, she tuck her weave behind her ear
with her left hand making sure she flashed
her diamond rock. Luyanda looked at the
ring..

Yondi: I’m not famous wethu, suyibaxa.

Luyanda: You married?

Yondi: Ewe, to Bragadier. I mean everyone

knows that andazi how you missed it, or
awukho into social media?

Luyanda: Not really.

Yondi: Intle ne?

She wiggled her left hand smiling. Luyanda

cleared his throat, agreeing with her, he
could see that Yondi was making a
statement that she is taken, which he found
really sexy ngoba Bragadier is loved.

Yondi: Yeah, lomntu wandinika yona

uyandonwabisa ke. I’m all about him, just
like he is all about me…

Luyanda: I see, I was wondering if we could

have lunch as friends ngenye imini?

Yondi: Not interested. I saw how you were

looking at me, earlier on…I suggest ucime
whatever thoughts you have about me,
ngoba Guluva wam will murder you and I
will help him.

She smiled then flipped her weave walking

away, Luyanda looked at her and felt his
erection grow hard. He cussed underneath
his breath, and his brother approached him.

Banathi: Bafo, and then?

Luyanda: Did Yondi have to be that sexy?

Banathi: Yeah she had to. Ufumene

number?

Luyanda: No, lamntana dismissed me

ngendlela e’smart.
Banathi laughed patting his brother
shoulder.

Banathi: Hayike, too bad for you.

Luyanda: And she said, utshathe

noBragadier.

Banathi: I know that, qha if I told you

ubungazondi mamela. So I let you be…

Luyanda: If it wasn’t Bragadier she is

married to, bendingazo mncama.

Banathi: Ncama ke, ngoba that gut love his

Yondi…iza masambe and go celebrate our
father being happy again, yeke ubamuncu
for a married woman.
Luyanda: Yhr, you right.

They walked back to the others, Luyanda

chuckled thinking on how Yondi dismissed
him. He wished to marry a woman who
would do such one day, umntu that loyal
and all about him. Bragadier is one lucky
bustard!

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YONDI MNDINI.
Thursday morning, before going to work I
drove to the appointment I made at the
hospital. I asked Mpendulo to come in late
today and he didn’t mind, as long as I will
go to work. My phone rang and it was
Ezile…

Me: Mnyeni wam?

Ezile: Baby kodwa ndirhalela umbengo

mna.

Me: Ekseni apha, Ezile?

Ezile: Baby ndizokuxela ekhaya undivimba

inyama yase standini.

I laughed in disbelief, haibo?! He sniffed

over the phone and I sighed, he is not
crging or is he?
Me: Okay, ndizokwenza plan.

Ezile: Okay baby wam, ndiyaku thanda ne?

Me: Uthandwa ndim.

Ezile: Mcwaa, mcwaa.

I blew kisses and then end the call, I leaned

my head on the seat then climbed off the
car going in the hospital building. I walk to
the receptionists…

Me: Molweni, ma.

Receptionist: Hello, Yondi mntanam.

Me: You know me? Of course you dol…

She smiled looking at me, I told her about

my appointment with doctor Bathandwa and
she called him. He confirmed it then she
sent me through, I thanked her before
walking to doctor Bathandwa’s office.

[IN THE DOCTOR’S OFFICE.]

We greet and I sat down opposite him, he
looked at me smiling.

Bathandwa: The last time I sae you, was

when you came for a pregnancy test.
Unjani?

Me: Ndiright wena, doc?

Bathandwa: I’m healthy. Congratulations
though, on the arrest of Captain Thola.

Me: You making it sound like ndiyi detective

or I walk at the stations.

Bathandwa: You more than that, I mean

wenza umsebenzi oncono than most of
these law people.

I smiled then thanked him…

Me: So I’m here for a pregnancy test.

Bathandwa: Okay, ndicela uzo lala apha

kwi bed.
I stood up the laid on the bed, lifting up my
blouse. I closed my eyes as he applied the
gel on my stomach before running that
ultrasound thing on my stomach. I heard
the heartbeat then sighed nervously with
my eyes still closed…

Me: That’s it ne? That’s the heartbeat…

Bathandwa: You mean heartbeats.

Me: What?

I quickly opened my eyes then looked at

him, he had a smile on his face looking at
the ultrasound.

Me: What do you mean heartbeats?

Bathandwa: You carrying two babies,
uzoba ngumama we’twins.

Me: I…

I looked at the ultrasound screen feeling

emotional, then back at him again.

Me: How far am I?

Bathandwa: According the ultrasound, you

are 4 and half months pregnant.

Me: If ndi pregnant with twins, am I not

supposed to be showing by now?
Bathandwa: Ewe, but worry not these
things happen.

Me: I’m having two more babies?

He nod smiling and I smiled letting my tears

fall, he helped me up then after wiping the
gel.

Me: This is a double blessing.

Bathandwa: True that, would you like me to

print out scans?

Me: No, no please don’t. You can do that

when I come back with my husband.
He congratulated ma and I giggled wiping
my tears, thanking him then climbed off the
bed. He told me what to expect during
pregnancy, Junior will be delighted to be a
big brother and Ezile will be overjoyed to
know we made two more bunnies…I won’t
tell him now though, maybe after this
weekend ye baby shower.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

So I had delivered my husband’s pork meat
as he asked, and obviously we had a
quickie in his office. I was now at work all
smiles, still in disbelief that mna Yondi
ndizoba ngu mother of twins.

Teddy: Hayi Yondi, utsho xa zikushiya.

Me: Haibo?
Teddy: I’m talking to you and you staring at
nothing smiling.

Me: Uxolo, you were saying?

Teddy: Uright?

Me: More than fine. So?

Teddy: So ngomso after work, we driving to

the baby shower venue to start on the
decorations.

Me: Ewe, Liyema uthi there are no cameras

pha.

Teddy: Ewe, outside and inside.

Me: I was hoping there would be cameras
outside at least, just for safety reasons.

Teddy: As long as the gents will know about

our whereabouts, beside not long ago
Akhona renewed our GPS implants.

We discussed more about this weekend

and trust me, we going to have fun. I think I
should tell Ezile about this pregnancy, when
I gift him with his G-wagon… yes I got him
a G-wagon but it’s steal at the
cardealership. Just njee spoiling my man,
ngoba he always spoils me naye…

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AYOLA MSIMANGO.
Is it weird that I’m happy? Andazi why, but I
feel happy ingathi I’m not undergoing a
divorce process. I was now at Spur with my
kids, was a bit fine from his anger thanks to
the therapy sessions he has been
attending.

Iminathi: Mama, I have a boyfriend.

Me: Hayi Imi, you still young to have a

boyfriend.

Iminathi: He always share his lunch with me

at creché.

Abongwe: I also want a girl.

I chuckled looking at them talk about
boyfriends and girlfriends, ingathi they have
an idea what that is.

Me: So you guys enjoying your stay at

grannies?

Abongwe: I am, I want to stay there forever.

Iminathi: Me too.

Me: Haa, does this mean you guys get

bored with me?

Iminathi: We love you, but wena mama you

can’t play hide and seek like makhulu and
tamkhulu.
Abongwe: Ewe, unama qhinga wena
mama.

I laughed, haibo? No ways! They always

hide in very obvious places and I find them,
njani na?

Voice: Molweni.

The kids: Uncle, Mpendulo!

They stood up and hugged him, he asked

to join us and I didn’t mind. He placed his
order and I looked at my kids talking
together, before looking at Mpendulo next
to me.

Me: Unjani?
Mpendulo: Happy, now that I’ve seen you.

Me: Ohh please.

I blushed and took a fry throwing it in my

mouth, he chuckled touching my thigh
under the table and I quickly closed my
legs.

Mpendulo: Haibo?

Me: I will not let you do that to me, ufuna

undibatyiswa.

Mpendulo: Ayonto bad leyo moc, as long as

ubatyelwe mna.
Me: Yeah, whatever.

I looked at my kids, they asked to play

games on my phone and I gave it to them.

Me: So how are your kids doing?

Mpendulo: They are fine, they asked to

sleepover at my house today.

Me: They still live with your parents?

Mpendulo: Ewe, I think it’s best until

ndifumane indlu egrand. Plus ndifuna
kudlule nalento ye divorce, andazi what’s
delaying.
Me: Do you think she will sign those divorce
papers.

Mpendulo: She will kanti, I will force her.

Me: And the kids? Will you allow her to

have access to them? I mean they still need
their mother…

Mpendulo: They don’t neef her. Andithi

when she was hoering around, ebengena
xesha labo? Futhi the kids also don’t want
to be around, they feel when they are not
needed abantwana.

Me: Okay, ndiyakuva.

He gave me that “I want you now” smile,

while caressing my inner thigh under the
table. His order came and I bit my lower lip,
looking at his perfect side profile…

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AYOLA MSIMANGO.
I got off Mpendulo and laid next to him
breathing heavily, we were in some hotel
room hooking up. I looked at him and he
was smiling breathing heavily with his eyes
closed, I found myself leaning forward and
kissing him and he responded. Seconds
later I pulled about and smiled looking at
him, he also smiled.

Mpendulo: What was that for?

Me: Andazi I just found myself doing it.

Mpendulo: Maybe you should find yourself

doing it oko.

Me: Arrg please…

I giggled and he chuckled pulling me to lay

on his chest, I closed my eyes enjoying all
this.

Me: What we doing feels wrong yet right,

honestly we nothing different from Amanda
and Libo.

Mpendulo: We divorcing them moc, so akho

nix erongo apha.
Me: Look ndayazi it’s not my place, but
ndicela sithethe about something.

Mpendulo: What?

I sighed and sat up looking at him, he held

my hand and kissed it before sitting up too.

Me: Amanda is not my favourite person ne?

But don’t you think you denying her from
seeing her kids is unfair?

Mpendulo: Unfair njani? Lomntu didn’t care

about our kids, so she won’t fret on that.

Me: I get that. Libo didn’t have time for the

kids to while him and Amanda were having
an affair, but I will never deny him
abantwana bakhe once we are divorced.

Mpendulo: Well good for you and him.

I watch him stand up his dick swinging side

ways, I stood up and hugged him from
behind as he stood in front of the long
mirror. I kissed his back slowly…

Me: Please think about it. Your kids are still

young, they will need mother’s love. Yes
Amanda flopped big time, but she loves her
kids Mpendulo.

Mpendulo: She didn’t care about them.

Me: I know, okay. Look…

I turned him to look at me and he did, his
bare dick poking my stomach.

Me: At least do it for peace and the near

future, you don’t want your kids hating you
for forbidding their mother from being there
for them.

Mpendulo: I will think about it.

Me: Please do, just to keep peace marn.

He smiled in a sexy way and I looked away

blushing.

Mpendulo: Ndi jonge kaloku njena.

Me: Ha.ana ke.

Mpendulo: Ohyini, ndifuna ubona uncumo

lwakho.

I blushed hard and tried walking away but

he held me, I giggled as he pulled me
closer.

Mpendulo: I think I’m falling for you hard-

Me: Mpendulo, hayike-

Mpendulo: No, mamela…listen.

Undimamele?
He kissed the corner of my lips and I sighed
looking at him in the eye, he looked very
serious.

Mpendulo: I’m falling for you, but andithi we

should date immediately. We still have to
heal after divorcing our spouses, then see if
we can give us a try along the way.

Me: As much as I like you too, I fear we

won’t work.

Mpendulo: We’ll never know, unless we try.

I looked at his bare chest sighing, he tilted

my chin and gave me a french kiss. I
moaned in his mouth as he picked me up
and shove his dick in me, he walked to the
bed and laid me on it then gave me slow
gentle strokes. I really love how he groans
and grunts, it makes me wet and very
excited.
·
·
Mpendulo just dropped me off at my
apartment and can I just say, I already miss
his presence? I smiled going to my room
and stripping naked to take a shower, I
need to apply for a job at the bank ngoba I
have a Accounting degree.

45 minutes later, I was done showering and

I felt like having some lunch at Steers. And
that is exactly where I drove to satisfy my
cravings.

[AT STEERS RESTAURANT.]

I walked in and bumped into Yondi and this
other gay dude, some gays are really
beautiful and neat shem.

Me: Yondi, hello.

Yondi: Hey, uright?

She gave me a hug taking me by surprise, I

hugged her back smiling and we pulled out.
The gay waved at me smiling…

Me: Ndiright wena?

Yondi: I’m good, it was nice seeing you

again.

Me: It was nice seeing you too.

She nod and they left, some people are just
naturally nice kodwa ngoba she only met
me once kodwa she showed me that kind of
kidness. I walk to a clean table and took my
seat, I now smelled like Yondi mixed with
my fragrance. A waiter came and I ordered,
minutes later my order came just as
Amanda walked to my table. I suddenly lost
my appetite, andikho kwi mood for drama.

Amanda: Ayola can we please talk?

Me: I have nothing to talk to you about.

Amanda: Please, just give me 5 minutes at

least.

Me: Only 5 minutes…

She sat down and cleared her throat
looking at me, I kept a straight face.

Amanda: I’m sorry for what I did-

Me: You not sorry Amanda, so yeka ubali

menemene!

Amanda: I didn’t mean to betray you, I

swear.

Me: You did! And the fact that you made

me a fool when I vented to you about my
cheating husband, says a lot about you.
Uyinyoka Amanda, a damn Python!
Amanda: I’m sorry, ndicela siphinde sibezi
chomi I need you.

Me: I’d rather befriend a monkey then

wena, andi tshomani nenyoka mna so
please go.

Amanda: Ayo-

Me: Hamba apha Amanda, 5 minutes

yakho iphelile.

She swallowed then looked at me with teary

eyes, fuck her wethu andina xesha lakhe.
She slowly stood up and pulled down her
dress before walking away from the tableI
occupied. Nxx fucken shit, imagine njee
umntu making you lose your appetite.
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MPUMI SIBEKO.
I was parked in the parking lot of Sive’s
father company, it took everything in me to
come here just to apologize about using
him for hurting his son. I finally step out my
car and sighed locking it, before walking to
the building. Minutes later, the receptionist
sent me through to his office and I thanked
her.

[IN THE OFFICE.].

I found him sitting behind his desk looking
at his laptop, he saw me and half closed his
laptop.

Me: Can I come in?

Taka Sive: Hope you not here to cause
trouble.

Me: No, I come in peace please…

Taka Sive: Ngena, Nompumelelo.

I smiled and got in the office, I secretly

locked the door before going to sit down on
the chair opposite his. My heart was
beating out of proportion because of his
intense stare.

Me: I came here to apologize about what

happened the last time I was here, I was a
slut.

Taka Sive: I’m passed that. Ndivile you are

pregnant, congratulations.
Me: Thank you. So you forgive me?

Taka Sive: As long as it will be a secret we

both take to the grave.

I nod and walked around the table then

hugged him, he chuckled then we looked at
each other.

Me: I think funeke ndi hambe.

Taka Sive: Yeah, sho.

I looked at his lips then kissed him, he

pulled out and frowned looking at me.

Me: Shit uxolo, andazi what got into me.

He stood up and bend me over the table,
he rolled up my knee length dress to my
waist and took off my thong.

Taka Sive: Maybe having a quickie won’t

hurt anyone.

Me: Wait-

I moaned rolling my eyes feeling his dick

slid inside my vagina, he grunt then held my
neck pulling me a bit up.

Taka Sive: What were you going to say?

Me: Nothing, this shouldn’t happen again.

Taka Sive: Noted.

He started to thrust in and out of me,

stretching my walls. Each thrust felt so
good and his pace kept increasing, I hate
this but this old man has a very good dick.
Sive umfuzile tata wakhe…

[2 HOURS LATER.]
I was now at Sive’s house deep in my
thoughts, thinking about what happened
today between me and my boyfriend’s
father. I jumped off the stool as someone
hugged me from behind.

Sive: Haibo sthandwa sam, and then?

Me: Xolo just that I was deep in my

thoughts, you scared me.
Sive: Askies mamakhe.

Me: It’s okay, why are you back so early?

Sive: Ngoba I missed you, babe.

He kissed me and I responded to the kiss,

then quickly pulled out again moving away.

Sive: Ndine feeling ndikwenza naar.

Me: What? No, just that cologne yakho

makes me sick.

Sive: Haibo I thought you liked the way I

smell.
Me: Well I did when I wasn’t pregnant.

Sive: Yhoo hayi amankazana, rhaa umntu

akazi ufuna ntoni shem…

He said that walking upstairs to the main

bedroom, I sighed rubbing my stomach
then decided to start on cooking dinner.

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EZILE FANATHI.
My wife went to celebrate baby shower ye
chomi zakhe, it’s Saturday and I miss her
shame. I was at my parents house and I
drove here yesterday after Yondi left, she
gave me some really mean sex before
leaving but trust me I just want to be around
her as we speak. Just njee to cuddle my
wife and love her.

Mama: So how are you feeling ngoku?

Me: I’m still feeling nausea and I vomited

twice this morning.

Nikitha: Inoba une nyongo, bhuti.

Mama: Or maybe Yondi is pregnant…

I looked at my mother and she had a huge

smile on her face, putting her sliced fruit in
the blender.
Me: Who said my wife is pregnant?

Mama: I’m just guessing marn, futhi

Sochuma has been glowing lately plus
nawe.

Me: Hayi Oledi, you guessed wrong ke

wethu.

Mama: Hmmm, okay.

Junior came in running and laughing from

outside with my little brother chasing after
him, ngapha Bullet was barking running
behind them.
Luzelwande: Khulu! Malume ufuna
undibetha…

Mama: Luvuyo kawuyeke umntana marn!

Luvuyo: Andizoyi yeka le ntwana, yamazi

uba sent one of my female classmates a
voice note saying he loves her?

Luzelwande: Haaa yaphosisa!

We laughed and Luvuyo played the voice

note, Junior was being his toddler charming
self njee kula voice note. Nikitha picked up
Bullet and played with his furr.

Me: Junior ngathi uzobayi player wena,

kwedini.
Luvuyo: And ke!

Mama: Junior iza boy, makhulu wakho will

give you some ice cream. Bayeke aba bayi
2…

He smiled and walked around the counter

going to my mother, I smiled looking at my
son follow my mother to the fridge. While
Nikitha and Luvuyo argued about whatever,
I found myself biting my lower lip chuckling
thinking about my wife.
·
·
Around 12:00 pm in the afternoon, I was
laying on the couch with a spinning head.
Tata: Kwedini ebizwa, Bragadier! Funeke
uhambe uyobona ugqirha msoonu ka yihlo!

Mama: Ohh hayi baby, kawuyeke uba

krwada…awuboni he is going through it.

Me: I don’t need to see any doctor mna,

ndine siyezi njee qhaa and ndizoba right.

Mama: Ndithe kuwe umithisile, you

experiencing pregnancy symptoms on
behalf of Yondi.

Tata: Hayi my love, uthini apha kum?

Mama: Ewe, lomntu if he is not vomiting

and then uyatya. Jonga ngoku…oko
enesiyezi intsasa le yonke.
Me: Inoba ndine nyongo marn, Nikitha
mentioned lonto. Or ndi khumbula umfazi
wam.

They chuckled as I said that smiling from

ear to ear, I sat up and sniffed looking at
then and they stopped.

Me: Bazali mna ndiyamthanda uYondi,

andazi what I would be without him.

Tata: Haibo wena, ntoni ngoku walila?

Me: Awuyi understand taima, ndiyamthanda

umfazi wam, if ungayiva lento iphakathi
kwam for yena…tjooo, mama!
I wiped my tears that kept falling, my
mother smiled and came to sit next to me.
She pulled me into a hug and kissed the top
of my head, I sobbed ngoba I really love
Yondi.

Mama: Yondi loves you too and she will

never stop loving you. I’m happy you found
love, both of you are meat to be.

Tata: Unyanisile mama wakho, izinyanya

zethu and ezakhe blessed your love.
Wabona nawe the day nani tshatha, sulila
kwedini.

Me: Ngaske ndihlale kwi skin sakhe, yhuu

ndimthanda nyani umtana bantu.
They laughed and I smiled wiping my tears
before sitting up.

Me: I think I should go and lay down, ndine

siyezi nyani and I hope ndivuke ndiright.

Mama: Jonga bring la bag ine pills pha

eroomink yam, I will give you something to
help you uzovuka uright.

Me: Okay, mama. Taima…

I fist bump with him and walked to my

parents room to get the pill bag, it’s taking
everything in me to not drive to the location
Yondi is at. I want her nyani, if bendingena
siyezi I was going to drive there noba
ndimbone njee for 10 minutes. Junior went
out with my brother and sister, they really
love their nephew abaya.

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YONDI MNDINI.
So we were having fun at the baby shower.
Mpumi, Busi and Siyakha were really happy
and that makes me happy.

Mpumi: Yhuu mntase sarna, you guys really

went all out.

Me: I mean we had too, mayicace uba yi

baby shower yabantwana abenziwe nge
love!
Liyema: Nqoo wena chomi!

Busi: Yhuu sarna, the gifts ingathi zinintsi

too much. Thank you chomi zethu…

Teddy: Masike sithi toast!

We giggled and raised our glasses,

obviously I was having juice like the
mommies to be ngoba nam ndi pregnant
and Teddy suspected that ndimithi but I told
him “Andikho kwi mood yotywala”.

Teddy: Bethuna we toasting to more

elegance, relevance and happiness!

Us: CHEERS!
Liyema: Kanti when is Lucky, Sive and
Mahle getting here?

She whispered in my ear and I shrugged,

looking at my wrist watch before whispering
back.

Me: Andazi. Let me go make a phone call,

just to see how far are they.

She nod and I put my glass on the counter

before walking out with Teddy.

Teddy: Kanti where are the gents?

Me: Ndizo founela bona ngoku.

Teddy: Inoba bafuna kwenza grand
entrance, can’t wait to see them strip!

We stood outside near my car and frowned

looking at the Mini Cooper parked not far
from my car on the driveway.

Teddy: Haibo ngubani lo?

Me: Andiyaz babes, ndi confused as you.

A lady wearing a balaclava got out the car

carrying a gun, she pointed it towards
Teddy and I quickly stood in front of my
Teddy bear.

Me: Hi…please asikwazi, take anything you

want and leave.
Lady: I want to kill le moffie, he stole my
man!

Teddy: Hayini, haibo ndiyalingwa.

Me: Okay, but beka gun…ngoba it won’t

end well.

Lady: Move or I will shoot you too.

Teddy: Unye xa kulapho! Yondi, suka-

Me: Teddy, ha.ana marn.

He pushed me to the side and frowned

looking at the lady, her hands were shaking
with the gun in her hands. I was about to
talk when she fired a shot, I screamed
looking at Teddy fall to the ground holding
his stomach. The lady tried running but I
quickly ran behind her without thinking then
tackled her, the gun fell a bit far from us. I
quickly banged her forehead on the ground
hard, she screamed kicking her legs and I
took the opportunity to jump for the gun. I
cocked it and shot both her knees and I
snapped out of it when screamed over
Teddy, who laid there not moving. I pulled
the lady by her hair and she flinched crying
as I dragged her to her car, she sat there
leaning on the car and I looked at her
bleeding knees.

Me: If Teddy dies, uzofa nawe…if he

survives then still uzofa.

Lady: Please, please…

I left her there and hurried to Teddy, I threw
the gun on the floor and kneeled next to
him touching the blood coming from the
bullet wound on his stomach crying.

Me: Teddy please hang in there!

Busi: Yondi, what happened!

Me: Teddy vuka, please don’t do this to me!

I sobbed laying my head on his chest,

someone removed me from him and I
looked up only to find Mahle. Sive picked
Teddy up and I looked at the blood in my
hands, lost in my own thoughts. The gents
ran to the car they came with and sped out.
Liyema: Yondi what happened!

Me: Udutyuliwe yila ntombazana…

Siyakha: We have to follow the gents to the

hospital.

Me: You ladies go, I will find you there.

Mpumi: Wena, uyaphi?

Me: I have to deal with an issue…

I wiped my falling tears looking at the lady

laying unconscious near her Mini Cooper.

Me: No one will hurt my Teddy Bear and

get away with it.
Mpumi: I’m staying with you-

Me: No!

Mpumi: Yes! Liyema, you drive with

Siyakha and Busi to the hospital. Keep us
updated…

Siyakha: You two be safe, gosh masambe

nina!

Liyema ran back in the house to get the car

keys, before they got in Teddy’s car and left
Mpumi and I standing there. I feel like a
piece of me was snatched…

Mpumi: What now?

Me: Simfaka kwi car boot, you drive my car
while I drive hers. I will find a perfect sport
to burn her car, yena we taking her to the
gents warehouse.

Mpumi: Is there any cameras here?

Me: No there are no cameras.

Mpumi: Then let’s get to work.

We walked to the lady and while we did all

this, my mind was thinking about my Teddy
bear. If he dies I will never be my jolly self
again. Minutes later, we were done and
Mpumi closed the car trunk after I put a
cloth around the lady’s mouth and one on
her wrist. I leaned against the car with my
back looking at my blooded hands and
clothes.

Me: Mpumi what if Teddy don’t make it?

Mpumi: He will make it, Yondi look at me!

Me: The blood on him was too much, he-

Mpumi: Hey, hey shhh…it’s okay, deep

breaths.

I weakly sat on the ground my back against

the car and cried out loud, Mpumi
comforted me crying as well. I put my head
between my legs feeling very numb, Teddy
can’t do me like that…he has to make it or
else ndizo phambana straight! I know I
vowed to not kill anyone else after Sihle
and Odwa, but this woman hurt my Teddy
and ndizombulala. Fuck no, it hurts!

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AKHONA KHALI.
After I got a call from Sive telling me Teddy
was admitted, due to being shot in the
stomach I lost it. I drove to the hospital and
found my friends there, with Busi, Liyema
and Siyakha crying.

Me: The fuck happened?!

Mahle: Asazi mfethu, he was shot njee qha.

Ezile: Where the fuck is my wife?

Busi: Mpumi and Yondi will be here, they

had to deal with something.

Me: Fuck bafethu, if Teddy dies ndizozi

xhoma nquu menu!

I started to pace up and down in the waiting

room, a lot of shit was going through my
mind at this point. Who the fuck would
shoot Teddy?
·
·
An hour later, still no update and that really
got me more pissed.
Me: Kaka yantoni le? When are we getting
updated!

Lucky: Sarni chill, su-

Liyema: Yondi! Mpumi!

She stood up and ran to hug Mpumi and

Yondi as they came to where we are, Yondi
had blood on her hands and clothes and
some on her face. She looked very
miserable and in her own thoughts njee.

Mpumi: Molweni, any updates?

Lucky: Not yet, where did you two

disappear to?
Mpumi: We had to sort out an issue…

Ezile: Baby…uright?

Yondi: No, no andikho right.

She sobbed and Ezile hugged her, she

really wasn’t okay. I sighed and joined in
the hug, Teddy is her best friend and he is
my lover so obviously this will affect us
kakhulu. Minutes later, we all sat there
silently each person deep in their thoughts.

Yondi: Yazi I tried stopping la sisi from

shooting him.

Ezile: Hima, uthi “ la sisi” ?

Yondi: Ewe…

She started to tell us what happened, then

everyone looked at me as I tried thinking
who the fuck could this be.

Me: Where did you and Mpumi take her?

Mpumi: She is in the torture room at your

warehouse as we speak.

Me: Good ngoba kuzonyiwa.

Yondi: No, leave her to me…

We all looked at her and Mpumi side

smiled, what are these two up to?
Mahle: Mafungwashe you in no state of-

Yondi: I am in a state of hurting the person

who hurt my Teddy bear, I want her to
regret what she did for the rest of her life.

Ezile: You sure, baby?

Yondi: I’ve never been this sure.

She said with a stern voice staring into

nothing, with a frown on her face. The gents
and I shared a questioning look ngoba she
told us she will never kill again after, she
killed Onwaba and Sihle. Kodwa ke I don’t
blame her for wanting to kill lo sisi who shot
Teddy, ngoba I want to kill her too.
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YONDI MNDINI.
So finally we got an update about Teddy
from the doctor, he told us he was stable
but he was stable but still unconscious.

Me: So can we see him?

Doctor: Unfortunately not.

Me: Well I want to see him, ngoba ndingu

Thomas ndikholwa ngo bona.

Akhona: She is right, send us through to

Teddy’s ward now.
The doctor sighed and we all walked to his
ward, I swallowed as we walked in his ward
seeing him lay there breathing through a
oxygen mask. My husband held my hand
and I wiped my tears, Busi sobbed and
threw herself in Lucky’s arms and I could
see Akhona also wanted to cry but he held
himself.

Me: Teddy I’m glad you okay, I will be at

peace once you gain your conscious ngoku
and wake up.

Akhona: Sthandwa sam, please…

Me: Did any of you call his mother?

Siyakha: No, umm…we didn’t.

Me: I will call her, she deserves to know.

I walked out the ward and Ezile followed

me, I took out my phone and called Teddy’s
mother. She cried over the phone as I told
her and said she is on her way, I end the
call and sighed holding in my tears.

Ezile: Iza kum, baby wam.

He pulled me to his arms and hugged me

and I cried silently as he kept rubbing my
back. I thought of the babies I’m carrying,
too much stress is not good for them.

Me: Guluva, I love you mnyeni wam.

Ezile: Ndiyaku thanda nam, nkosikazi yam.

I looked up at him and he kissed me, we
pulled out the kiss then went back in the
ward.
·
·
So everyone left and I remained in the
ward, waiting on mama ka Teddy. Even
though Ezile wanted to stay with me, I told
him ndizoba right and I will find him at
home. The door to the ward opened and
maka Teddy walked in, she paused looking
at Teddy then me as I stood up still holding
the unconscious Teddy’s hand.

Maka Teddy: Ohh god, kwenzeke ntoni?

Me: He was shot, by this lady and-

I looked at Teddy as he moved his head,
his mother stood on the other side and I
smiled tearfully looking at him.

Me: Teddy Bear, you awake…

Maka Teddy: Thokoza, oh thank god.

Teddy removed the oxygen mask and

asked for water, I poured him a glass and
we helped him drink.

Me: Uziva njani?

Teddy: In pain…I-

Me: Shh…take it easy.

Maka Teddy: As long as you fine, let me go
find the doctor baby.

She pecked his dry lips and walked out the

ward, I kissed Teddy’s forehead and he
smiled.

Me: You scared me, I thought uzofa.

Teddy: I’m okay, is that my blood all over

you?

Me: Ewe, I couldn’t go home and freshen

up .

Teddy: Did you get the bitch?

Me: I did, yes I did…

I put the oxygen mask on him again, he
closed his eyes breathing through it and the
doctor walked in with his mother.

Doctor: I’m happy you are awake Teddy.

Teddy nod and I held his hand.

Maka Teddy: Doc won’t any of this affect

his walking ability?

The doctor walked to Teddy’s feet, he

removed the sheet and pricked Teddy with
his pen. Teddy flinched and I smiled…

Doctor: There is your answer ma’am, Teddy

will be able to walk.
Maka Teddy: Good.

Akhona came in and stopped on his tracks

looking at maka Teddy, she smiled and
opened her arms and he went in for a hug.
She really adores Akhona and I’m really
happy she does. Akhona finally paid
attention to Teddy, I excused myself and
walked out the ward.

Doctor: Going somewhere?

Me: Yeah, I’m going to get some change of

clothes.

Doctor: Maybe you should rest too, you

look tired.
Me: I will do so, doc…thanks.

He nod and we went our separate ways, I

went to my car and drove to the gents
warehouse.

[AT THE WAREHOUSE.]

I walked in the torture room and this bitch
was still out, I closed the door and walked
to where the hand shocker was. I turned it
on the shocked her with it, she screamed
waking up and I put the shocker down
looking at her.

Me: Ngubani igama lakho?

Lady: Please don’t kill me.

Me: Ndibuzile “ngubani igama lakho”?

Lady: Ayesanda.

Me: Nice name. Do you see the blood I’m

covered with?

She nod her head crying and I chuckled

moving a bit far from her.

Me: It belongs to Teddy, I told you not to

shoot him it won’t end well. But wena
wazenza unqasto wamdubula,
unfortunately it will end in tears and death
for you.

Ayesanda: Please ungandi bulali!

Me: Not me sweety, but Akhona will…ohh
is Akhona the same man you shot Teddy
for?

Ayesanda: Ewe, he used to be mine and

left me for him.

Me: So wena you haven’t moved on after

what? 2 years now…

Ayesanda: Uxolo I swear ndizobaleka and

never look back.

Me: With what? You basically paralyzed

kaloku ngoba I shot your knees…poor
thing, you feel the pain.

She looked at me with begging eyes and I

side smiled.
Me: If I were to kill you, bendizoku tshisa
uthi saaa. But ke I will let Akhona do the
honors of killing you, tjuu yazi unomsindo
kanjani for what you did to Teddy?

Ayesanda: Please.

Me: Lala wethu, lala.

I took the sedative injection I stole earlier on

in the hospital then injected her, I waited for
her to dose off and called Akhona and he
answered on the second ring.

Akhona: Fungwashe?
Me: You will find lo sisi kule warehouse
yenu in the torture room, uthi usisdala
sakho apparently.

Akhona: Sdala sam?

Me: Ewe, so ke the ball is now in your

court. I want to kill her, but then I won’t so
andazi if uzothini wena.

Akhona: Obviously, ndizom bhodisa.

I looked at this lady then end the call, I

walked out the room making sure I close it.
Home is where I’m going, to my husband
ngoba ndifuna uba kwi arms zakhe ngoku.

[NARRATED.]
While Yondi drove home she got stopped
by the traffick cops, she cussed under her
breath and parked on the side of the road.
She rolled down the window looking at the
two cops, who frowned looking at the blood
on her face and clothes.

Cop 1: Hi, can we please have your

licence?

Yondi: Cool.

She gave it to him and he looked at it, the

other cop cleared his throat.

Cop 2: Why are you covered in blood?

Yondi: My friend was shot earlier on, this is

his blood I come from the hospital.
Cop 2: I find that hard to believe, phuma
emotweni sisi.

Yondi: Askies andiva?

Cop 2: I’m taking you to the police station-

Yondi: Ngazonya wena police station for

what? I just told you-

Cop 2: It’s either I drag you out of this car,

or you climb off willingly.

Yondi chuckled looking at him calmly, I step

out the car and the cop with my license
looked at his friend.
Cop 1: Is this necessary, Zino?

Zino: Yes it is Jacob, she could be lying. I

will drive her car, while you drive with her.

Yondi flinched as Zino cuffed her, hurting

her in the process. She gave him an
intense look.

Yondi: Mamela apha njaa, you abusing

umsebenzi wakho and mna ke andiyo
ndawo yonyela ne? So just so you know,
once I prove myself innocent ngoba I am, I
will sue you for arresting me for shit I don’t
know.

She clicked her tongue and walked to the

cops car, Jacob shook his head looking at
Zino who swallowed with a racing heart.
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YONDI MNDINI.
I sat in the interrogation room annoyed as
hell, I just got here 30 minutes ago and I
don’t get why I’m still cuffed.

Me: Commissioner Ryan, the fuck am I still

doing here?

Commissioner: You have blood all over

you. Who does it belong to?
Me: As I’ve said before that it belongs to my
friend Teddy, he was shot.

Commissioner: Where is he now?

Me: Hospital obviously. Can I ask you

something?

Commissioner: What?

Me: When is that bastard Thola getting

sentenced, what’s taking so long?

Commissioner: His trail is in two weeks.

Me: Anda what if in that 2 weeks he

manages to escape here?
Commissioner: He won’t. Why was your
friend shot?

Me: The fuck am I supposed to know? I’m

tired Commissioner and let me go because
I’m innocent.

Commissioner: We need proof you not

lying.

Me: Call the hospital he is admitted in ke,

hayi rhaa marn!

I clicked my tongue feeling angry and he

asked the name of the hospital, I told him
and he called. They confirmed that I’m not
lying and he end the call he called that Zino
cop in.
Zino: Commissioner?

Commissioner: Did you question her before

arresting her?

Zino: Yes I did, but I couldn’t believe her

answers.

Me: Xoka lo, he just wanted the opportunity

to drive a damn Lamborghini Urus!

The commissioner chuckled and told Zino

to uncuff me, he did and I stood up then
punched his balls. He groaned, bending
and covered them.

Me: I’m going to sue you, and wena

Commissioner I’m going to expose your
dirty laundry. Andiyo ndawo yonyela
bathong! Hand me my car keys…

Zino hand them to me and I grabbed them

clicking my tongue and walked out the
interrogation room, andikho that selfish ne. I
won’t sue him ngoba he is probably working
for his family lamntu, so if I sue him it
means I’m taking away his family bread and
andikho njalo. As for the Commissioner if it
happens that Thola is not sentenced in the
next two weeks, Akhona and I will have to
dig dirty laundry about him and ndizom
expose naye.
·
·
At home I found just my husband, as soon
as I walked in he approached me and I
cried as he pulled me to his embrace.
Ezile: Baby what happened to you wrist?

Me: I was arrested by some cop called

Zino.

Ezile: For ntoni? Yazi I’m going to retaliate

and kill umntu-

Me: No don’t..

I told him why I was arrested and he gave

me a hug, I pulled out the hug sighing then
he kissed me.

Ezile: Ndiyaku thanda uyevha?

Me: Ndiyaku thanda nam. Where is Junior

and Bullet?
Ezile: Kaloku we were at my parents since
yesterday, but then I drove here after I left
the hospital ngoba I wanted to be with you.

Me: Okay. I just need a long as warm bath,

ndi diniwe…

I took of my shoes and he held my hand

picking them up, we walked to our room
and I stripped naked while he ran me the
bath. I took off the blooded clothes and
disposed them in a plastic, before walking
in the ensuite to rinse my blooded face and
hands.

Ezile: You good, baby?

Me: I am now that Teddy is awake.

Ezile: Ude wavuka?

Me: Ewe. Is there any of your ex’s I should

unexpect in the future?

Ezile: No, baby. I was never in a

relationship mna, I just fucked and pass.

Me: And what about that Mandisa, lady you

killed?

Ezile: She believed we were in a

relationship. But there won’t be any woman
obstacles in our way.

Me: Mhhh.
He kisser me and I respond, he squeezed
my breast and I moaned pulling out. We
smiled looking at each other…

Ezile: How about I join you kwi bubble

bath?

Me: Okay, strip naked kaloku.

He chuckled as I spanked his ass, I helped

him strip off his clothes then we got in the
warm water. He was behind me holding me,
while we relaxed and spoke njee.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

We were now cuddling in bed and he was
being such a baby, his hand found it’s way
on my stomach and my heart raced.
Ezile: Yazi my mother believes that you
pregnant?

Me: Haibo nyani?

Ezile: Ewe baby, I was like yamasa lo

mama…my woman would’ve told me when
she is expecting.

Me: Andikho pregnant mna, why would she

think such?

Ezile: Andazi marn, kodwa awufuni sizame

a little sister for Junior?

Me: You really want omnye umntana?

Ezile: Ewe ndifuna li chume ikhaya lethu,
baby.

I giggled and smiled, only if he knew that

seli chumile sarna. With doubles this time! I
will announce my pregnancy to him once
Teddy is fine.

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NIKITHA FANATHI.
I was with Junior playing with him and trust
me, being a dabawo is such an amazing
thing. My twin brother came in and joined
us in my room…

Me: Luvuyo are you gay?

Luvuyo: What? No andikho gay, ngoba?

Me: Ingxaki you never dated intwe serious

nama cherry.

Luvuyo: Ndiyi proud fuckboy mntase, so

please marn…Junior iza.

Luzelwande: No malume, ndifuna cuddle

noDabs.

I smiled and kissed his forehead, he is such

a cutie and I love him. Yondi and my
brother is raising him well, he is a charmer
and also respectful.

Me: Twinny I’m going out with my friends

today.
Luzelwande: Uzo hamba nam?

Me: No, ndizo hamba ebusuku kaloku.

Luvuyo: Junior uzohlala nam wena, we

going to go to play games at the mall.

Junior smiled happily and thanked him, he

wrapped his little arms around me tight
making me giggle.

Luvuyo: So Nikki, uthi uyonxila?

Me: Ewe and ndizobuya ngomso, sports

day ngomso so no school.
Luvuyo: Hhee wena! Unganxili kaka and
call me when you need someone to fetch
you.

I nod smiling and we sat there talking and

gossiping about people from school,
Luzelwande ended up sleeping in my arms
and I had to take a few pictures of him
ngoba he looked so adorable.
·
·
Later that Sunday my friends and I went
drinking, we were in this pub and it was fun
shem andifuni ungatsho. My boyfriend kept
calling me checking if I’m still safe, Khuselo
is such a protector.

Alisa: Chomi yhuu ngaske nditshaye

intsango!
Me: Wena ke xa unxilile uyazazi uthanda
ukulwa, uzoba worse xa u’high.

Sonke: And ke! Yhuu hayi rest Ali, rest.

Alisa: You rest, you rust jou swine flu!

We laughed and continued dancing to the

music and drinking, I told my friends ndiyo
chama and Sinako my other friend said
naye uyafuna.

Sinako: Chomi I think ndifuna twin brother

yakho ke sarna.

Me: Yhuu are you ready to get your heart

marinated?
Sinako: For him, ewe.

Me: Hayi Sinako, lamntu will hurd you.

We spoke going to the toilets and did our

business, Sinako even vomited and I felt
sorry for her ngoba unxile nyani. On our
way back to our friends, I bumped into
Yondi’s stepbrothet bhuti Abulele. He
smiled and we hugged he smelled
expensive sarna.

Abulele: Nana ufuna ntoni apha wena?

Me: I came here to have fun.

Abulele: Iskolo ngomso?

Me: Andiyi ngoba it is a sports day.

Abulele: Okay. Jonga I’m sitting over there

with my friends ne? Xa ugoduka uze kum, I
will take you home.

I smiled and looked where his friends were

seated then nod, he gave me a forehead
kiss before he walked to his friends.

Sinako: Who the hell was that hottie?

Me: Sbali wam.

Sinako: Brother ka sis Yondi leya?

Me: Ewe.
Sinako: How old is he?

Me: 30 something chomi, yhuu hayi enough

with ezi questions.

She laughed and we got to our table and

sat down joining them, I smiled drinking at
least I won’t have to waste airtime and call
my twin or boyfriend to come fetch me.
Bhuti Abulele is here but my prayers is that
he doesn’t get to drunk and kill us while he
is driving me home.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

I was now in bhuti Abulele’s car and he was
drunk, I looked at him take a route I’m not
familiar to.
Me: I thought you taking me home?

Abulele: Can you just sleepover kwam,

hlobo endinxile ngalo sanalwam is too
much.

Me: Akho ngxaki.

I lean back on the seat and he played some

music, I was kak drunk and when drunk any
type of musics utsho kamnandi. A while
later, we parked in front of bhuti Abulele’s
house and I called my twin brother and told
him I’m with sis Yondi’s brother.

*
In the house he gave me one of his T-shirts
to sleep with and I thanked him, once I was
dressed in it I step out the ensuite and
found him sitting on his bed with just a
pants on and naked on top. I felt hot ngoba
he looked sexy, but lomntu is older than me
mfondini and he is my sister-in-law’s
brother. He spoke to someone on the
phone while looking at me, seconds later he
end the call.

Me: Where am I going to sleep?

Abulele: Awulambanga?

Me: Ha.ana, ndifuna ulala ngoba ndinxilile.

Abulele: Izo lala no bhuti…

Me: What? No, hayi we can’t share the

same bed.
Abulele: Okay.

He shrugged and stood up going

undercovers, I was going to walk out and
find myself a guestroom but ndonqena
undweba endlini yomntu. So I sighed and
joined him in bed, there was space between
us obviously.

Abulele: Ngoku ubu act.a?

Me: I wasn’t acting.

Abulele: Mmnk masilale ke, I will drive you

home ngomso.
I gave him my back and he chuckled and
respected my space, he slept on his side of
the bed and just like that I dozed off.

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INSERT 210.
NIKITHA FANATHI.
The following morning I woke up in
someone’s arms, my head was on his chest
and I could tell it’s a “he” because of his
scent and muscles. I smiled thinking it’s my
boyfriend then ran my hand to his dick,
kissing his chest and he groaned quickly
holding my hand.

Me: Ohh my gosh, bhuti Abulele!

Abulele: What are you trying to happen?

Me: Uxolo I thought you my

boyfriend…fuck, um…

Abulele: So you the type to get drunk and

forget?

Me: Sometimes. I’m sorry for touching you,

I shouldn’t have.

Abulele: Akho weii, aren’t you hangover?

Me: A little bit and you?

Abulele: My head is throbbing right now. Let
me get us some painkillers and order in
some breakfast, yeah?

I nod and watch him get off the bed, he had

a morning erection and I quickly looked
away feeling my clit throb. Yhoo what the
fuck is wrong with me? Ndibatyelwa umntu
who is in his thirties, hayi sies Nikki.
·
·
1 hour later, I was all fresh and I had to
wear bhuti Abulele’s T-shirt again ngoba
andazi where are my clothes. He came in
the room wearing a grey sweatpants only
with a towel over his shoulders.

Me: Where are my clothes?

Abulele: Laundry room.

Me: Why? Ndizi gabele izolo…

Abulele: No but obviously zinuka utywala, I

think you spilled yourself with alcohol.

Me: How long will they take to dry?

Abulele: Andazi, but I can borrow you my

clothes.

He walked to me and loosened my braids, I

looked down and he tilt my chin up making
me look at him.

Abulele: Nana?
Me: Bhuti?

Abulele: Is there something in particular you

would like to tell me?

Me: No, bhuti.

Abulele: Okay.

My heart was racing and I swallowed

looking at his lips, I stood on the tips of my
toes and kissed him then pulled out when
he wasn’t responding.

Abulele: You lusting me? Ndimdala kanje…

Me: I’m stupid uxolo, futhi andazi what got

over me.
Abulele: As much as I want you, ndoyika I
might hurt you.

Me: No it’s okay, besides I have a boyfriend

so-

He smashed my lips with his picking me up,

I shoved my tongue in his mouth and we
tongue kissed. He picked me up and laid
me on his bed, slightly opening my legs. A
part of me wanted to stop him ngoba ndiya
cheat, but my inner bad bitch took over and
I stroked his semi hard dick over his
sweatpants making him graon. He pulled
out the kiss and looked at me in the eye..

Abulele: You sure about this?

Me: I am if you are. But it has to happen
this once ngoba ndiyajola…

He kissed my neck removing his T-shirt I

was wearing, then went down to suck on
my breast making me moan softly. He went
down to my vagain and parted my pussy
lips with his tongue, before taking me to
muff town.

[SOME WHILE LATER.]

Bhuti Abulele drilled me grunting and I
moaned, my legs shook and I cummed but
he didn’t stop ramming his dick in me.

Me: Aaah! Fuck…

Abulele: Shit!
He pulled out and stroked his dick, I quickly
kneeled on the bed and stoked him then he
finally shot his semen groaning. Once he
was down, he put me in a doggy position
then shoved his manhood inside my vagina
hole again. I groaned pulling on the bed
covers my ass jiggled as he kept thrusting
in me hard, spanking me and groaning. I
rolled my eyes curling my toes as he
touched the sensitive spot, bamnandi
oobhuti abadala rhaa!

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BUSI NTLONGO.
My husband was driving with me to our
doctor appointment, he was so excited and
he couldn’t hide it.
Me: I can’t wait for us to hear our baby’s
heartbeat.

Lucky: Jonga Ntliziyo yam, ndifuna ukwazi

gender mna!

Me: I feel like it’s another boy shem, inoba

ndiyi boy mom.

Lucky: That wouldn’t matter as long as we

have a healthy baby.

He took my hand and kissed it, I smiled

touching my baby bump. 45 minutes later, I
was laying on the bed and the sound of the
heartbeat made me very emotional.

Me: Doc can you tell us the gender?

Lucky: Yhr please…

Doc: Okay, you two are having a baby

boy…

Lucky squeezed my hand smiling so wide

and I giggled as we listened our baby’s
heart.

[NARRATED.]
Luyanda looked at the sangoma who gave
him instructions on how to use the love
portion. He believed that if he could use
love portion on Yondi, he will experience
the same love Bragadier is experiencing.
·
·
He drove to Media Ink where Yondi worked,
and parked next to her Lamborghini Urus in
the parking lot waiting for her to show up.
30 minutes later Yondi approached her,
then he quickly step out his walking to her.
Yondi paused and frowned looking at
Luyanda stand before her.

Yondi: Ufuna ntoni?

Luyanda: Yondi, I want you to me the same

way you love Bragadier.

Yondi: Uphambene? Do you have a death

wish-

He blew the pink powder on her face before

she could finish talking, she coughed
uncontrollably then Luyanda quickly got in
his car driving off leaving her there.

Meanwhile Yondi got in her car then sat

there rather confused, her mind all over the
place about what just happened. Her phone
rang and she picked it up…

Yondi: Guluva wam?

Ezile: Baby, ugrand?

Yondi: Andiyazi, something is off about me.

Ezile: Uphi ngoku?

Yondi: At work where I usually park.

Ezile: Ndiyeza ne? The last thing I want is
you driving around feeling off, stay in the
car baby wam.

She end the call hearing whispers in her

ears, she closed her eyes holding the sides
of her head feeling dizzy. She laid her head
on the driving wheel then dozed off.

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INSERT 211.
EZILE FANATHI.
As soon as my wife told me she not okay, I
ubered to her workplace since I had to drive
her car. Well I was at home preparing for
our family picnic night, when I called her I
wanted to find out what time is she
knocking out at work but I could tell by her
voice that she is not okay.

A while later, I paid the uber driver once it

got to Yondi’s workplace and rushed to
where she always park her car. I knocked
on her window for her to open since she
was resting her head on the wheel, but she
didn’t wake up.

Me: Fuck…

I took out my phone and called her, she

held her forehead then I knocked on the
window again. She unlocked the car and I
opened the door looking at her, she looked
confused.
Me: Sthandwa sam, what happened?

Yondi: Andazi really, ndine ntloko ke sarna.

Me: You worrying me baby, iza let me help

you out.

I carried her bridal style to the passenger

side, I opened the door and buckled her up
giving her kisses.

Yondi: Where is your car?

Me: At home ndize nge uber.

Yondi: Okay, I love you Guluva evha?

Me: Ndiyaku thanda nam, Sochuma wam.

She blushed and rest her head on the seat,
I gave her two pecks and she blushed with
her eyes closed making me chuckle. I
closed the door and jogged to the driver
side. Once I was in the car I started the
ignition holding her hand, she looked at me
as I kissed it.

Me: I was planning a picnic night just for

me, you, Junior and Bullet…but ndiyabona
awukho right.

Yondi: No ndiright, I promise baby.

Me: Don’t you think we should go to the

hospital?

Yondi: Hayi I’m good handsome.

I chuckled as she called me that, she
smiled and I reversed the car and drove off.
Music was playing in the car and I kept
singing for her, just njee to make my wife
feel better. She was a blushing mess and it
makes me happy that I make her blush
kanje, I really love my woman kodwa.
·
·
I drove to fetch Junior and Bullet, guess
Junoir sensed that something is wrong with
his mother because as soon as he got in
the car, he wanted to sit with his mother
e’front seat and Yondi had to move to sit
with them at the backseat. They cuddled
pha e’back and I kept smiling looking at my
gorgeous woman through the rear view
mirror, Yondi is very beautiful without trying
kodwa and veske abe worse when she puts
on make up.

Yondi: How was school, baby boy?

Luzelwande: It was good, mommy. Daddy

ndizo dlala rugby, yazi?

Me: Nyani? Uzoqala nini…

Luzelwande: The man who teach us how to

play rugby said he will tell teacher to tell our
parents.

Me: Okay, can’t wait to watch you play

sarni.
He smiled and looked at his mother who
had her eyes closed, he held her cheeks
and pecked her lips. Yondi smiled weakly
opening her eyes and looked at him, no
something is definitely wrong with my
woman. So that night, we had our family
picnic at the picnic park and it was so fun,
we even took pictures and videos and
Bullet was running around the picnic park
happily.

[AT HOME.]
We gave Junior and Bullet a late night bath,
Yondi was awfully quiet deep in her
thoughts this entire time.

Me: Baby?

Yondi: Mmh?
Me: Talk to me, ndiyakucela…

Yondi: I just want to shower and sleep,

ndidiniwe Guluva.

Luzelwande looked at his mother and she

gave him a forehead kiss, then stood up
walking out of our son’s room.

Luzelwande: Dada what is wrong with

baby?

Me: She is tired, ntwana yam.

Luzelwande: Okay, nam I am tired. Thank

you for taking us to the picnic park.
Me: Anytime boy, I love you.

Luzelwande: I love you too, daddy.

I kissed his lips then continued giving him,

his night routine Bullet was already asleep
on his sleeping cushion in the corner of
Junior’s room. I finally tuck Junior into bed,
then turned on the baby monitor before
going to my wife and I’s room. I quickly
stripped naked hearing the shower running,
then walked in the ensuite to the shower.
Yondi jumped as soon as she felt me touch
her…

Me: Hayi baby, what is going on with you?

Yondi: You scared me.

Me: Since when does my touch scare you?

Yondi: Not like that. Umm, I was thinking so

andikuvanga ungena.

Me: Okay, andazi what is going on with you

but ndiyaku thanda mna.

She smiled and wrapped her arms around

my neck then kissed me, I groaned in her
mouth as she stroked my dick. She went on
her knees and pleasured me with her
mouth, making sure that I lose my mind.

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AKHONA KHALI.
I was in the warehouse looking at this
woman, I don’t even know this bitch. I threw
water on her and she woke up gasping, she
smiled seeing me but I kept my frown.

Me: Who the fuck are you and who sent

you to shoot uTeddy?

Her: Baby…it’s me, ndim uEsihle.

Me: Mamela apha, andikwazi and

ndizokubulala unye.

Her: Akhona, wait…I can explain!

Me: Explain to the devil, njakazi.

I point my gun to her and fired it thrice, I
looked at her dead body then clicked my
tongue calling Bragadier.

Me: Mfethu?

Bragadier: Sharp, ugrand?

Me: I need your help, I want to get rid of a

body.

Bragadier: Uphi ngoku?

Me: Warehouse sarni.

Bragadier: Okay jonga, I will first tell Yondi

about this ne? I don’t want my wife to think
I’m going out in the middle of the night to
cheat, when I wouldn’t do that to her.

Me: Okay, I will be waiting on you.

Bragadier: Sho, sjimbo.

He end the call and I walked out to get a

body bag, I want us to burn her body to ash
and scatter it in the drain.
·
·
So Bragadier and I watch the body burn, we
were in a forest and it was dark obviously
but our car lights provided us to see.

Me: Ugrand sjimbo?

Ezile: I think something is up with
Mafungwashe, but andazi ndizothi yintoni.

Me: Why usitsho?

Ezile: She was fine in the morning when

she left for work but gqi umntu uthi “Guluva
something feels off about me”…

He continued to tell me about Yondi and I

looked at him, umjita really looked worried.

Me: Maybe it’s one of those female moods.

Ezile: Hayi mfethu, I know my wife mna and

ayizo moods ezi.

Me: Then sothi yintoni?

Ezile: Something marn, andazi. If ngomso
ekseni she is still like this then ndimsa kwa
gqirha nge nkani.

I chuckled and we spoke about something

else, my mind went back to Teddy. What if I
lost him? Tjuu andazi bendizobayi ntoni
ngoba he is my first and endless love, so
losing him is definitely not an option.

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INSERT 212.
LIYEMA LOKO.
I’ve been receiving gifts lately and that
bothers me because they not from Nkosi,
like now I received a Balenciaga purse and
I would be happy but I’m creeped out. I
called Yondi and she answered on the 3rd
ring.

Yondi: Hey, babes.

Me: Hey, uright? You sound so cold or

rather down.

Yondi: I’m in my feels njee. What’s up?

Me: I have been receiving gifts lately are

they from you?

Yondi: If I were to gift you ubuzoyazi it’s

from me.
Me: Eish let me ask the other ladies ngoba
I’m starting to freak out.

Yondi: Aren’t they from Nkosi?

Me: Naye uthi he knows nothing about it.

Yondi: Hayike andazi nam, but be careful

mntase. Let’s hope it ain’t no stalker…

We spoke for a few more minutes and trust

me she didn’t sound like her normal self,
maybe it has to do with this Teddy being
shot. I end the call and looked at the purse,
I stacked it with the other gifts I received
recently from the stranger.
[AT THE HOSPITAL.]
I smiled looking at my patient who was
doing progress, she tried committing
suicide but was saved by her friend before
time.

Me: Hey. How are you feeling?

Tinashe: My joints are aching and my head

is throbbing.

Me: The poison you drank is very deadly

dangerous, I’m sorry to say this but you
might have complications with your joints in
the future.

Tinashe: What does that mean?

Me: You might struggle to walk, get tired
quickly and so forth.

Tinashe: And the headaches?

Me: That will be temporary. Tinashe, tell me

why would you try killing yourself?

She swallowed looking at me and the door

opened, a woman and man walked in and
they rushed to her giving her a hug. They
introduced themselves as her mother and
father, you could tell they were worried and
the father even went to a point of saying
Tinashe will not live at res anymore. I had
to excuse them just so they could have their
family time.

Nurse: Dr. Loko!

Me: Nurse Themba?

Themba: Umm can I talk to you privately?

Me: Okay let’s go to my office.

He followed me to my office and once we

got there we took our seats.

Themba: Is it possible for you to run fertility

tests on me?

Me: You think you infertile?

Themba: Ewe, I’ve been trying to get my

girlfriend pregnant but akakwazi.
Me: What if she is the problem?

Themba: Maybe I should come with her, so

you can do those test on both of us.

Me: Tell you what…come ngomso with her

around 10:00am, I will be free by then.

Themba: Thank you.

I smiled and he walked out, I sighed and

closed my eyes leaning my head on my
office chair. My door opened and maka
Nkosi came in smiling with a female nurse, I
quickly sat up surprised.

Nurse: Doc, this lady is looking for you.

Me: Thank you, Nurse…Ma?

Maka Nkosi: Awuzonika mamazala wakho

a hug?

The nurse walked out and I smiled standing

up and giving maka Nkosi a hug, we both
giggled before sitting on the couch.

Me: Unjani? I wasn’t expecting your visit…

Maka Nkosi: I’m awesome, I wanted to

surprise you.

Me: And ndi surprised nyani.

We giggled and she gave me the Starbucks

paperbag, I thanked her and we sat there
talking. She even told me yesterdag she
had lunch with my mother, hayini sarna
kumnandi uba ngabo.

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EZILE FANATHI.
I couldn’t concentrate at work because I
was worried about my wife, she went to
work this morning pale and she didn’t want
to ask for a day off. I have been checking
up on her every 1 hour, and she kept
assuring she is fine and working. I
cancelled my meetings and went to her
workplace, I know that she goes out for
lunch around this time and today we having
lunch together.
I saw her approaching my car and I got out
meeting her halfway, she smiled and gave
me a hug. I kissed her neck hugging her
tightly doing a little spin with her.

Me: Xa umhle kanje ndithini mna, Sochuma

wam?

Yondi: Sukwenza nix Guluva, masambe

ndilambile.

Me: Mna ndirhalela ne nyame hagu, so siya

elokishini.

Yondi: Okay akho ngxaki as long as ndityile

ndahlutha.

Me: Awufuni ndiku hluthise nango mthondo

wam?
She giggled trying to break off the hug as I
dry humped her, I held her tight smiling
then french kissed her and she pulled out
holding my cheeks.

Yondi: Masambe before my lunch time is

over.

Me: Kanti tonight ndim nawe.

Yondi: Uzoyifaka yonke ne?

Me: Ndizoyi faka deep, deeper, deepest

baby wam.

We shared a laugh and two pecks before

walking to the car, I opened the door for her
and helped her in then buckled her up. She
was starring at me in a sexy way, I blushed
looking away.

Yondi: Ndicela uyazi uba ndiku thanda

nyani, Guluva wam…no matter what.

Me: Ndiyaku thanda nam, but why are you

saying it ingathi something izokwenzeka?

Yondi: Can’t I express my love for you

ngoku?

She frowned and I quickly kissed her

sucking on her lower lip.

Me: No you can baby wam, uxolo ke for

question you.
Yondi: Mhhh, can we pass by Wimpy
please? I’m craving for their Gummy Grape
Milkshake.

Me: Hhee Sochuma…wane cravings, ne

ndoda yakho ine cravings. Zithini sisi?

Yondi: Hayi wena akhonto wethu, kurhala

njee qha.

Me: Ithi kanti something inside so strong…

I said laughing kissing her neck and tickling

the sides of her stomach, she laughed and
pushed me off.

Me: Ndiyaku thanda Sochuma Fanathi.

Yondi: Ndiyaku thanda nam, bhuti
wandenza umfazi wakhe without
hesitations.

I chuckled then kissed her before closing

the passenger side door then jogged to the
drivers seat, we jammed to some good
music as I drove to Wimpy for her
Milkshake and from there we went to get
the pork meat.

[LATER THAT NIGHT.]

We just got done eating dinner and I could
see that something was off ngo Yondi, I’m
glad our son is not here with us. I’m really
worried about Yondi and unenkani ke
u’baby naye.
Me: Baby whuzet?

Yondi: Ndine ntloko ebuhlungu, I need to

lay down.

Me: Let me help you up to our room-

Yondi: Hayi Guluva, akho need ndizoba

right.

Me: You sure?

Yondi: Very sure. I love you evha?

Me: I love you too.

She kissed my lips before standing then

walked to the direction of our room holding
her forehead. I quickly collected the dishes
we just used and took them to the kitchen,
so I could wash them quick then and go
cuddle my woman to sleep. I’m glad Junior
is spending the night at Yondi’s father
because he can’t see his mother like this,
she looked really out of place ingathi
ngumntu who is deep in thoughts. 10
minutes later, I was done washing the
dishes and I made sure everything was in
place before turning off the lights and
walking to our room.

As soon as I walked in the room, my heart

literally stopped for a second when I saw
Yondi laying on the floor not moving. I ran
to her side and blood was coming out her
nose…
Me: Shit, shit baby! No, Yondi don’t you
dare do this to me!

I picked her up bridal style after taking my

phone and car keys, then rushed to the
garage and safely laid her on the back seat
of the car. I called her father and told him
about what’s happening, he told me he will
meet me at the hospital. I drove like a
maniac to the hospital, not caring about
stopping kwi traffick lights. I hope she won’t
die on me ngoba her pulse was very feint
when I felt it, fuck Bragadier she is not
dying she can’t die!

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YONDI MNDINI.
I opened my eyes and looked at the doctor
and nurses surrounding me and panicking, I
tried sitting up and they looked at me
confused.

Male Nurse: What the fuck?

Me: What’s going on here?

Doctor: We were trying to bring you back to

life.

Me: What? I wasn’t dead, sanundi hlolela

rhaa! Where is my husband?!
Nurse: I think she is still confused,
doctor…it happens after all.

Me: Yhey fokoff wena, confused

yamasimba.

I tried getting off the bed but the doctor

stopped me, he asked the nurses to excuse
us and they did. I looked at the defibrillator
machine then blinked rapidly, my head was
also pounding.

Me: I don’t understand…

Doctor: What happened?

Me: Aren’t you the doctor? So why are you

asking me…
Doctor: Your husband brought you in dead,
or should I say half-dead with a bleeding
nose.

Me: Yhey, I wasn’t dead. I don’t know what

happened…I was in the room when I got
this heavy headache, I think I collapsed
because andazi what happened after.

Doctor: Do you mind if I run some tests on

you?

Me: I don’t mind. But please don’t mention

to anyone that I’m pregnant, I’m trying to
surprise my husband with this pregnancy.
Doctor: Okay. I will ask the nurses to get
you to a ward then I will tell your family you
awake.

I nod and lay back on the bed looking at

thw ceiling, trying to think but all I thought
about was Luyanda which is very strange.
·
·
So now I was in my ward, Ezile and my
father were with me and both of them were
all over me worried.

Ezile: I’m not leaving you here baby,

andihambi.

Me: You have work in the morning.

Ezile: Fuck that Sochuma, I want to be here
with you and make sure you fine.

Tata: Kanti Yondi, what is going on?

Me: Andazi and your questions are

frustrating me ngoba ndi confused nam.

Tata: Ndaku betha mna, tshini rhaa can’t I

ask you question regarding your health?
Ndingu yihlo, uphuma kweli sende
Yondikhapinkosi and-

The door to my ward opened and we all

looked at the doctor, he looked nervous
because Bragadier and my father can be
intimidating xa befuna.
Ezile: Thetha bra, what is wrong with my
woman?

Doctor: Umm..she-

Tata: Yhey wena thetha, ntoni

wancancazela ingathi une swekile?

Doctor: The results are back and we found

nothing wrong with Yondi, which is very
strange.

Ezile: You sure? Run those tests again!

Doctor: I’m positive sir, there is nothing

wrong with her she is healthy-

Ezile: Ndithe run those tests again jou shit!

The doctor nod and hurried out, I sighed
starring at nothing and I heard feint
whispers it felt like I was in some trance.

Me: Luyanda…uphi uLuyanda?

Tata: Ubani?

Me: Mhhh?

Ezile: Ngubani Luyanda?

Me: Stepson sika Mamvulane-

Ezile: The one who tried his luck on you?

I nod my head and closed my eyes dozing
off, am I going crazy?

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

I woke up panting from the dream I just
had, I was in a pitch black place running
around it what seemed like circles.

Ezile: Baby wam, you okay?

Me: I’m okay just had a nightmare.

Ezile: Scoot over so ndizolala ecaleni

kwakho.

I did and he got in the hospital bed and

pulled me to his arms, I closed my eyes
feeling safe.
Ezile: Want to tell me about your dream?

Me: I was in a dark place and it seemed like

I was running in circles, weird ngoba I
wasn’t sacred.

Ezile: Yhoo baby, inoba lithetha ntoni elo

phupha?

Me: Andazi. Maybe ndi phupha kakubi kuba

ndilapha esbedlela, when are they
discharging me?

Ezile: Tomorrow morning and ndizo hlala

apha nawe, we are both patients at this
point.
Me: I’m sorry to burden you kanje.

Ezile: You think you burdening me?

He made me look at him and I did, he

stared me straight in the eye making my
heart race.

Ezile: Baby wam, you will never be a

burden to me yandiva? I will always be
there for you through it all.

Me: Nyani?

Ezile: Serious baby, ndiyaku thanda Yondi

wam.

Me: Ndiyaku thanda nam, Ezile wam.

We smiled at each other before sharing a
passionate kiss, I took my hand to his dick
and stroked it over his pants. He groaned
between the kiss and I pulled out looking at
him.

Me: I want us to do something.

Ezile: What? You freaky wena ke…

I giggled and got off the bed going to lock

the ward door, I went back to the bed and
found him laying on the middle of it.

Me: Sowu ready for me?

Ezile: I’m always ready for your naughty
side kaloku, mama ka Juju.

Me: Hope there are no cameras in this

ward.

Ezile: Azikho baby, even if bezikhona we

were going to give them some hospital
porn.

I giggled getting on top of him, I sat on his

erection and kissed him grinding on it. His
soft groans turning me on…I kissed his jaw,
to his neck then went down on him after
taking off his pants. He grunt and fisted my
weave as soon as my mouth took in his
cock, I always make sure to give him the
most intense and massive pleasures.
·
·
Some time later, I moaned with my hand
over my mouth as he drilled my vagina in a
doggy position. He kept going deeper and
harder, slapping my cheeks his grunts and
my moans filling the ward.

Ezile: Fuck!

Me: Aaah…

I curled my toes and cummed but Guluva

fucked me through my cums, he went gave
me few deep strokes and moaned filling me
with his sperms…have you guys ever heard
a moaning man? I find it very cute mna.

Ezile: Shit!
He pulled out and I kneeled on the hospital
bed, he looked at me as I pulled him to lay
on the bed then rode his dick in a reverse
cowgirl position.

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NIKITHA FANATHI.
I smiled looking at my boyfriend, he has
been talking about us going to a weekend
away.

Me: You have everything planned ne?

Khuselo: Ewe baby, I’m so excited yazi we

going to have so much fun.

Me: Yeah baby and today after school

andizo hamba nawe, I’m going to uber.
Khuselo: Haibo why?

Me: Umm I have to go to my brother-in-

law’s company, he has to give me my bank
card.

Khuselo: Okay. Tjoo kodwa baby, your

brother is lucky to have a woman like Yondi
rhaa!

Me: I know yazi, she is such an amazing

person.

I smiled thinking about sis Yondi, I miss her

futhi and ndi sure she would be hurt if she
were to find out I fucked her brother not
long ago. But I have to say I don’t blame my
agemates for dating older guys, those old
men knows how to satisfy a girl sexually.
·
·
So after school I ubered to bhuti Abulele’s
company, he sent me the location of it so I
can fetch my bank card which andazi how I
left kwakhe because I was sure everything
was in my bag that Monday before leaving
his house.

Me: Hi sisi, ndingu Nikitha and I’m here for

the CEO.

Receptionist: You have an appointment?

Me: No, but he is expecting me.

Receptionist: Okay, his office is on the last
floor.

I nod and walked to the elevator just as 2

guys got in it, once it closed I pressed the
6th floor and waited. The 2 guys got off on
the 4th floor, then it took me to the 6th floor.

Minutes later, I knocked on his office door

and he opened the door we smiled at each
other and I got in. My heart raced as he
locked the door and I frowned looking at
him.

Me: Bhuti Abulele, I’m here for my bank

card.

Abulele: Kuse bankini apha?

Me: No, but uthe ndizoyilanda apha bank
card yam.

Abulele: Ndiyilibele kwam ke wethu, izapha

bhabha.

Me: I think we should rather keep distance.

Abulele: Ngoba?

Me: What happened between us the other

day was a none repeatable mistake.

Abulele: Ohh?

He stepped closer to me and as much as I

wanted to move back, it felt like something
held me into place. Bhuti Abulele pulled me
by my waist and sucked on my lower lip,
before looking at me again.

Abulele: Hello, uright?

Me: Ndiright bhuti, wena?

Abulele: Ndizoba right once undinike

imvume yoku phuza…

Me: I-

By breath hitched as he brushed his lips on

mine, I held the back of his head and kissed
him. He smiled deepening the kiss and sat
me on his office table, he opened my legs
getting between them while caressing my
inner thigh.
Me: Hima, wait…

I spoke between the kiss and instead he

shoved his tongue in my mouth, I moaned
softly then seconds later we pulled out the
kiss. He gave me a peck then side smiled
moving away from me, I remained sitting on
the table as he walked around his table and
opened the draw of it.

Abulele: Nali card lakho, bhabha.

Me: Umm..thank you.

I jumped off the table then waited for him to

hand it to me, he came over to me again
and towered me.
Abulele: If it were to me, I would bend you
over this table and fuck you hard. Qha
andifuni thatha advantage, bhabha…

Me: I have to go and do my school work.

Abulele: Mnk hamba ke.

I looked at his lips and he leaned forward

and kissed my neck, sending shivers down
my spine before stepping back with a grin
on his face and handing me my card. I took
it from him and rushed to the door
unlocking it, I got out of his office then
breathed out…fuck I need deliverance
yhoo!

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YONDI MNDINI.
So I was discharged from hospital and all I
wanted was to get home, take a bath and
sleep because I’m tired and tomorrow I’m
going back to work. Ezile was holding my
hand while he drove us home and the way
he is gripping my hand ingathi ndizobaleka.

Ezile: Want some KFC?

Me: Please baby. Yazi ndiyozela, ndifuna

uhlamba and then ndilale.

Ezile: We will do exactly that baby, I love

you uyevha?
I blushed then kissed his hand resting my
head on the car seat, with my eyes closed.
Ezile drove to the KFC drive thru and
ordered some food for us, we got our food
and drove home.

[AT HOME.]
We sat on the table and ate our KFC it’s still
09:00am in the morning.

Me: Kodwa Ezile, do you have to be this

clingy everytime we dine?

Ezile: Ewe tshini, you are my baby wena

and ndifuna uthi ncaa kuwe oko.

Me: Hayi kodwa Guluva, uske watefa futhi

lately.
Ezile: Anditefi mna, sugeza Yondi please.

I giggled then kissed the side of his head

making him blush, I know the cause of him
being all baby. It’s because ndi pregnant
and I can’t wait to tell him…

Me: So uthe Luzelwande is spending the

week at my father’s and the weekend at
your parents?

Ezile: Ewe, sthandwa sam. Meaning we

have all these upcoming days to ourselves,
we will fuck like rabbits.

Me: Kodwa you made me a sex addict

wena.
Ezile: Hayi, hayi! Why uxoka ngam? Your
freaky and wild self already was a sex
addict.

I chuckled taking a bite on my meat as we

spoke more, he even told me around
midday he is meeting up with his friends to
talk about their important things. Which I
know that it’s their illegal dealings, just hope
they will be cautious.
·
·
3 hours later, I woke up feeling better but I
just couldn’t stop thinking about Luyanda. I
don’t even know him that much only his
name and that he is soon to be
Mamvulane’s stepson. Why am I thinking
about him kanje? Guluva was gone to his
friends so I got off the bed, fixed it then
walked to the ensuite to brush my teeth.
Atleast I took a bath with my man 3 hours
ago, so akho need for me to shower. I also
need to visit Teddy, but I will do that after I
come back from visiting Mamvulane ngoba
I need something from her.

10 minutes later, I got in the car and drove

out the garage my journey is going to
Mamvulane’s house.

[AT MAMVULANE’S.]
Her maid opened for me and we shared
greetings, she lead me to the lounge and I
found Mamvulane with her fiancé,
Sbusiso…

Me: Molweni, bantu abadala.

Mamvulane: Yondi, awumhle come and
give me a hug.

I smiled and gave her a hug before taking a

seat, bra Sbusiso said he will excuse but I
quickly stopped him.

Me: You don’t have to leave, I’m glad you

here too ngoba this is about Luyanda.

Sbusiso: What has my son done?

Me: He is a lawyer right?

Sbusiso: Yes he is.

Me: Which law firm does he work at? I need

to see urgently.
Mamvulane: Yondi are you okay?

Me: No I’m fine ma, I’m just in need of a

lawyer’s advice.

I couldn’t tell her the real reason, haibo

ndizothi “He is all I think about lately and I
need to see him” that would be ridiculous
ngoba I’m married.

Sbusiso: Okay, let me write the address of

his company down.

Me: Oh so he is a CEO instead…wonderful.

Mamvulane: So Yondi, wena and Toddly

will come to my wedding right?
Me: Of course mama, we wouldn’t miss it at
all.

Sbusiso: Ina ke sisi, I hope you find him

ngoba he is always busy.

I thanked him and took the small paper with

the address, I stayed for a couple of
minutes chatting with them then left.
·
·
I was now inside the building of Luyanda’s
law firm, the receptionist smiled looking at
me.

Me: Molo bhuti, I’m here for Luyanda.

Receptionist: You lucky he is not busy, let
me send you through.

He told me what floor to go to and I thanked

him. As soon as I got to the floor, I walked
towards his closed office but a lady stopped
me.

Lady: I’m sorry ungubani?

Me: Ndingu Sochuma Fanathi also known

as Yondi Mndini, I’m here for Luyanda the
CEO of this law firm.

Lady: Do you have an appointment?

Me: He is expecting me.

Lady: I’m his P.A and his schedule says he
is not expecting anyone, he is currently
busy with paperwork.

Me: So why uzondi buza kaka if you know

he is not expecting anyone?

Lady: Excuse you!

I ignored her and walked towards his office,

she tried stopping me and I just barged in
Luyanda’s office. He frowned looking up but
his frown became a smile as soon as he
saw me, he told his P.A to give us some
privacy and she did closing the door on her
way out.

Me: What the fuck did you do to me?

Luyanda: Uthetha ngantoni, sweetie pie?

Me: I’m convinced you did something to

me! It is not a coincidence that I met you
once and you suddenly all I think about.

He stood up and tried coming close to me,

part of me wanted him to touch me but
there is this part of me that told me to not
let him get anywhere close to me.

Me: Voetsek, voetsek! Stand where you

are, unga sondeli kum.

Luyanda: Come on babe, yazi it’s such a

blessing to have you here.

Me: Undenze ntoni? It’s not fucken funny.

Luyanda: Don’t fight it, just except fate that
you love me.

Me: I will tell my husband about this,

Bragadier uzokubulala unye! You driving
me crazy…

Luyanda: I did nothing mna, we just have

strong feelings for each other.

He held my waist breathing close to my

face, I pushed him away and stepped back.

Me: No, no…

I quickly opened the door and stormed out

his office confused, am I going crazy?
[NARRATED.]
As soon as Yondi rushed out of Luyanda’s
office, he smiled doing a little happy dance.
The love portion is slowly but surely
working, he couldn’t wait to have Yondi as
his.

*
Meanwhile Yondi visited Teddy at the
hospital, but he could see that she looked
quite disturbed.

Teddy: Yondi you good?

Yondi: No, I think ndiya phambana Teddy.

Teddy: Haibo?
Yondi started to tell Teddy about what is
going on and he clapped his hands once.

Teddy: Asoze! I say lomntu ukufakele

korobela.

Yondi: How ngoba I never ate or drank

anything
That I got from him.

Teddy: There are different ways to bewitch

umntu into loving you, trust me I’ve heard
stories.

Yondi: But indoda ethakathayo? I feel like

ndizo phambana, why do I always go
through this shit?
Teddy: All I can tell you is wena and Ezile
should go and see umntu wesixhosa, nive
uba uzothini yena.

Yondi: I will have to run this by my

husband, then we can meet a traditional
healer immediately.

Yondi sat there thinking if she is cursed or

what? Because everytime she is happy
there has to be something bad that will
happen to her, if her being bewitched is true
then Bragadier is definitely killing someone,
she thought…

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YONDI MNDINI.
Later that same night, I was dishing up for
me and my husband. He asked me to cook
some creamy samp and beef bones, since
he was craving for that and I did…so while
dishing up he sat there watching and
listening to me tell him about this Luyanda
issue.

Ezile: So baby uthi lendoda bewitched you?

Me: I think Guluva, I mean can you explain

why I’m always feeling this weird lately?

Ezile: Yhoo ndizobulala unyana womntu,

ndizombulala baby and you won’t stop me.
Me: What is more weird is that I hear
whispers, can’t make out uba zithini but
after those whispers I just get a headache.

Ezile: So you suggest we see ixhwele or

something?

Me: Ewe, I have to get rid of whatever this

is before it fully takes over.

Ezile: Ngomso after work, we definitely

meeting umntu andazi bani but I will ask my
father to recommend me a legit traditional
healer.

I nod and looked up holding my tears, he

came to my side and pulled me to his arms.
I let my tears fall while he comforted me, I
hate what is happening to me shem yhoo
and my worry is that it doesn’t affect my
babies.

[FOLLOWING MORNING.]
I stood in front of the mirror fixing my
weave, I was wearing my one shoulder zip
back bodycon bandage dress it is baby blue
in colour.

Ezile: Hayi baby, zonke lekese zam is out

to play.

Me: Hayibona.

Ezile: Baby please marn iyabatyiswa lento

uyinxibileyo, ufuna boss yakho ibatywe?
I chuckled wearing my earrings and he
stood behind me kissing my neck, I giggled
looking at him through the mirror.

Ezile: Umhle baby wam, umhle nyani.

Me: Enkosi, Guluva.

Ezile: So I’m driving you to work namhlanje,

ngoba after work we have to see a
traditional healer.

Me: Is there any traditional healer in

particular you know?

Ezile: I will pass by my parents before going

to work and ask them to tell me, don’t they
know one.
I nod and sighed turning to look at him, I
fixed his tie and he smiled looking at me.

Me: What?

Ezile: Ndiyaku thanda, Sochuma.

Me: Ndiyaku thanda nam, Ezile.

Ezile: Awurhaleli senze omnye umntana?

I blushed and stood on my toes then gave

him a kiss, he gripped my buttocks and
lightly spank my ass. I pulled out the kiss
and he gave me two pecks…

Me: We can try for omnye umntana.

Ezile: Aww mama, yabona ke ngaske
simenze ngoku.

Me: Ha.ana baby, that can wait for later

tonight.

He blushed and I giggled rubbing my nose

against his then turned to look myself in the
mirror again, if onlg he knew that I’m
already pregnant with 2 babies. I need to
call that dealership and ask them to deliver
that car this weekend, ndoda yam really
deserves it.
·
·
My day at work was going fine even though
I was stressed, I walked in Mpendulo’s
office and he stared at me.
Me: Hey, uright?

He cleared his throat and blinked looking at

my face, okay?

Mpendulo: Ndiright wena?

Me: I’m good. You sure uba uright?

Mpendulo: Ewe ndi sure, why?

Me: Nevermind. Anyways here is the work

you requested, I’m done with it.

He smiled taking the file from me, I was

about to leave when he called out on me.
Me: Yeah?

Mpendulo: Captain Thola got sentenced

izolo.

Me: That is good, hope they sent him to jail

for the rest of his life.

Mpendulo: They did. How I wish you were

there to witness the look on his face.

Me: I will see it on the papers and tabloids

when other journalists write about his
sentence.

Mpendulo: You did well Yondi, you keep on

making me proud.
Me: I’m glad, let me go back to work.

We smiled at each other and he nod before

I left his office, that is perfect news moc uba
Captain Thola was sentenced.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

Ezile and I were holding hands sitting on
the grassmat in this man’s hunt, lixhwele
and he kept groaning and burping. His
name is Dabulamazwe, and he has
confirmed that Luyanda really bewitched
me into loving him.

Ezile: Ndizombulala lo Luyanda-

Dabulamazwe: Hayi nyana, myeke

abaphantsi will deal with him nge ndlela
yabo.
Me: So can we reverse or get rid of lento?

Dabulamazwe: Ewe ndizokunika iyeza

uhlambe ngalo, elinye uzoli rhogola before
ulale.

Ezile: Ndingam ncedisa? I want no harm

against umfazi wam…

Dabulamazwe nod and Ezile nod, I can’t

believe that Luyanda is a man-witch sies!

Dabulamazwe: Konke kuzo hamba kakuhle,

your love is very strong and blessed by
both your ancestors. Lento the love portion
couldn’t work immediately.
Ezile: So makhosi, I need something since I
am not allowed to kill lo Luyanda.

Dabulamazwe: Thetha nyana?

Ezile: I want lo Luyanda to suffer for the

rest of his life.

Dabulamazwe grunt and nod his head.

Dabulamazwe: Ufuna ndenze ntoni?

Ezile: Ndifuna azive ubatyiwe kakhulu

everyday, but at the same time ingavuki pipi
yakhe.

Dabulamazwe chuckled and I looked at

Ezile holding my giggles, hayini le ndoda.
So now indoda yam is practicing witchcraft?
Dabulamazwe told him he can help but it
will cost Ezile, obviously Ezile didn’t mind
ukupha imali as long as Luyanda will suffer
for what he did to me.

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SIYAKHA NTOMBELE.
I’m 8 months pregnant and trust me, I’m not
ready to give birth yet. I fear the pain of
going through labour and all that, I was at
home laying in bed reading a book and my
baby had been very active moving and
kicking in my belly.
Me: Hayi bhabha, kanti what is going on
with you today?

The room door swinged open and Mahle

came in eating pizza, he came to my side
and kissed me then kissed my baby bump.

Me: Unjani?

Mahle: I’m tired baby, hayi I’m taking a

maternity leave nam.

Me: But you not pregnant wena.

Mahle: But wena you are and we will both

go through that process together.
I flinched as the baby kicked harder then
before, Mahle frowned looking at me as I
sat up straight.

Mahle: What is wrong?

Me: Your son has been very active today

for my liking, oko ekhaba sarna.

Mahle: Maybe he is trying to remind us that

soon he will be here.

Me: I’m nervous about going through

labour, heck I’m scared.

Mahle: I will be there with you njena, so

sukoyika baby.
I sighed and rubbed my baby bump, the
baby was moving and kicking non-stop and
I’m due next month. Can’t wait to meet him,
I wonder who is he going to look like
between me and Mahle.
·
·
During the night I sat up crying feeling this
unbearable pain in my abdomen, Mahle
was sleeping peacefully next to me and that
made me furious somehow.

Me: Mahle vuka dammit!

I hit him with a pillow and he quickly woke

up sitting up right, he squint looking at me.

Mahle: Baby yintoni?

Me: I’m feeling pains and wena uthe dudlu
ulele!

Mahle: Where are you feeling pain?

He tried touching me and I yanked him

away and climbed out the bed, as soon as
my feet touch the ground I felt liquid running
down my thighs.

Mahle: Haibo baby uyazi chamela?

Me: Sbhanxa sendoda! My water just

broke, how is that possible ngoba I’m due
next month.

Mahle: Hima uthini?!

He qyickly got off the bed and I held my
lower back feeling pain, I screamed doing
breatning exercises while Mahle stood
there not knowing what to do.

Me: Mahle get the baby bag and take me to

hospital marn!

Mahle: Okay baby, but-

Me: Yhey marn!

I moaned out of pain as he got the baby

bag, I slowly followed behind him as he
walked out the room. My legs were giving
up on me so I sat down near the staircase
and opened my legs pushing, I was wearing
a robe and no panties ngoba panties were
hurting me.
Mahle: Hayi, hayi Siya! Ngakulinge
undibonise umhlola mna!

Me: Mahle voetsek marn, just get me to

hospital!

Mahle: Okay, shit baby don’t you dare push

ngoba yhey!

He quickly pick me up and hurried to the

garage, he put me on the back seat and I
laid there on my back moaning and crying.
He ran to the house to get other things, I
felt the need to push but I decided not to
because what if it harms the baby? I heard
the boot open and Mahle threw in the things
and baby bag there, before getting in the
driver’s side then drove out the garage.
Me: Tjoo Mahle, I’m pushing mna-

Mahle: Siya ungakulinge, hayi marn hayi!

Me: Uthi hayi ntoni?! We wouldn’t be here if

you didn’t impregnate me, aaaah!

I pushed feeling my vagina stretch, Mahle

was speeding like hell on the road. I kept
pushing and pushing until something came
out, I heard baby cries and breath heavily
picking up my baby and helped him cry.

Mahle: Fuck, fuck! Shit!

I tried shushing the baby, Mahle has to get

to that hospital ngoku.
[AT THE HOSPITAL.]
Mahle came with nurses and a doctor to the
car, they put me on the stretcher bed and
rushed in the hospital. I closed my eyes
feeling drozzy and Mahle held my hand
running along the stretcher with the doctor
and nurses. I closed my eyes and let sleep
in…

A while later, I woke up in a ward with

Mahle standing next to with a smile and red
eyes.

Me: Umntana where is he?

Mahle: He is fine baby, they took him for

observations.
Me: Did you tell our friends and families?

Mahle: I did and your father is on his way.

I smiled and nod my head slowly, held my

hand then kissed it.

Mahle: Thank you baby, for giving me an

heir.

Me: Unjani? I’m sure he is adorable…

Mahle: Very adorable, he is lightskin nje

ngam.

I giggled as he went on telling me about our

son, I can’t wait to meet him and I can’t
believe I gave birth at the backseat of a car.
Me: What are we going to name him?

Mahle: How abaout Lakhiwe?

Me: Lakhiwe ikhaya?

Mahle: Ewe, do you like it?

Me: I love it. Ohh gosh ndingu mama and

you a father.

He kissed me and hugged me crying, I

cried with him ngoba having a baby is such
a blessing. I wonder how is Teddy going to
see my baby ngoba he is still admitted, but I
will take pictures and send them to him.
·
·
Mahle’s parents and my father was here,
I’m glad my mother couldn’t make it ngoba
she was going to cause unnecessary
drama.

Maka Mahle: Eyy Siyakha, uziva njani

being a new mom?

Me: I feel so happy ma, kuthi mandilile.

Tata: Aww baby, I thought you said you are

due next month njena?

Me: I guess the little one wanted to be here

earlier.
Well the baby is healthy as per doctors
said, and our parents kept exchanging with
holding our son. He looked very small and
cute. When the parents left, Mahle’s friends
and my friends came in and congratulated
us.

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LIYEMA LOKO.
I just got home from a nightshift and I’m so
tired, I frowned hearing a knock on my door
then went to open.

Me: Dayimani?

Dayimani: Hey, you look tired.

Me: I am tired. Ufuna ntoni apha?

Dayimani: You asked me to come here…

Me: Urg how can I forget, can we sit at the

lounge?

He nod and followed me, I offered him

something to drink and he thanked me.

Dayimani: So what is up?

Me: I have been receiving gifts from an

unknown person.

Dayimani: Gifts? You mean to tell me you

have a stalker…
Me: I think I know who it is.

He looked at me confused and I took out

my phone and went to sit next to him, I
logged in my Instagram and went to
Yibanathi’s profile.

Dayimani: You think Yibanathi is your

stalker?

Me: I don’t think, I know so..

Dayimani: Haibo?

Me: For instance how is a coincidence that

she had the exact same bags and earrings,
like the ones I keep getting.
Dayimani took my phone and looked at the
pictures Yibanathi recently posted, I
showed him the 3 name brand bags and
earrings I got as gifts…even a purple
lingerie! He chuckled and looked at me.

Dayimani: Creepy and weird ngoba she is

the fiancé of your ex, who happens to be
my brother.

Me: See…the everything from design to

colour and brand of these, looks exactly like
hers.

Dayimani: Want me to spy for you?

Me: No, I want you to return this to her for

me. Tell her ndithi if she knows what’s good
for her, ayeke lento ayenzayo.
Dayimani: Hayi marn do you think that she
is into women too?

Me: Andazi ngoba she kissed me this other

day…

I told him what happened the other day and

he was way beyond shocked.

Dayimani: Lamntu is so quiet and innocent,

who would’ve thought she is capable of
such?

Me: The quiet ones are the dangerous

ones.
Dayimani: Welele, uLukholo isn’t going to
be happy about this.

Me: I don’t give a flying fuck, I just want lo

Yibanathi to stop yonke lento ngoba this is
creepy as fuck.

He nod and drank the juice looking at me,

andazi if I’m being dramatic or what but
what does one call this?

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YANELISA FANATHI.
It’s Friday and I was with my daughter-in-
law having lunch at a restaurant, I smiled
looking at her as she blushed talking about
my son.

Me: Ezile makes you happy, you make him

happy and that brings joy to me.

Yondi: I know ,mama. I’m sure you heard

what we have been through these past few
days…

Me: Ewe tjoo, it’s so weird to have indoda

bewitch umntu into loving them.

Yondi: I’m just glad it’s over, ngoba it was

very draining.

Me: So tell me…are you pregnant?

She coughed then took a sip from her juice,
I smiled waiting for her to answer.

Yondi: Why ubuza, ma?

Me: I can see you gaining some weight on

the right places, you have this glow and
Ezile is acting like a pregnant woman. Plus
your belly might not be that big, but
ndimdala and I can see a pregnant belly.

Yondi: Okay, I’m pregnant ma.

I squealed excitedly then clapped my

hands, I knew it!
Yondi: But I wanted to surprise uEzile, I’m
only announcing it to him tomorrow.

Me: When did you find out?

Yondi: Not long ago and I’m scared these

babies will make me suffer times hundred in
the labour ward.

Me: Hima, wait…

I held her hands over the table and she

looked at me, I was now getting emotional.

Me: Did you just say “babies”?

Yondi: Ewe mama, I’m carrying twins.

Me: Ohh Sochuma, ohh mntanam
ulichumisa nyani elikhaya.

I stood up and went to her side then gave

her a hug, I pecked her lips and wiped her
falling tears. I was also crying because this
is very good news, I’m going to be a
grandmother again and that is more than
fantastic.
·
·
At home I found my husband going through
his emails, he smiled looking at me and I
giggled.

Me: Mnyeni wam.

Nkululeko: Aww smomondiya sam, kawuze

ndithi manqa.
I stood next to him as he sat on the stool
then gave him a kiss, he caressed my ass
and I touched his dick making him groan.

Nkululeko: Ufuna udlala?

Me: Wena awufuni?

Nkululeko: Ndifuna udlala mna, tshini how

can you ask me the obvious.

I smiled and blinked rapidly looking at him,

he bit his lower lip.

Me: You will find me pha eroomini yethu,

make sure you lock the door honey.
Nkululeko: Andibizwa ndinga sabeli ke
mna.

I went to our room while he wrapped up

what he was doing, I removed my dress
and undies then laid on the bed sexily
waiting on my man. As soon as he walked
in I opened my legs then played with
myself, he slowly took off his clothes
watching me moan and play with my wet
vagina.

Me: Ndi ready for wena, tatabo.

I watch him strip naked with his huge and

erected dick dangling between his legs, he
came to me and got on top of me. I told him
foreplay can wait, I want him inside me
now. He ran the tip of his dick up and down
my wet slit, I moaned biting his shoulder
and scratching his back as he shoved his
cock inside me in one go.

Nkululeko: Mmm baby, shit!

He groaned pumping me and I moaned,

sex will never get boring no matter how old
you are. Worse mna and Nkululeko are sex
addicts, once we get in thw mood of fucking
there is no stopping us at all.

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EZILE FANATHI.
It is Fridag night and Yondi and I just had
very explosive sex, the things she did to me
can never be undone. We were now sitting
in a bathtub filled with foam, she was in
between my legs her head on my chest
while I kept caressing her belly and it felt
hard somehow.

Me: Kodwa mna ndiyaku thanda and asoze

ndidikwe ukuxelela, nkosikazi yam.

Yondi: Ndiyaku thanda nam, Guluva. You

ready for tomorrow?

Me: What is happening tomorrow?

Yondi: I told you njena uba I’m taking you

somewhere pha late.

Me: As long as I will be with you, ndi ready

babe.
I kissed her neck and sucked on it, she
moaned then giggled as I sucked hard
leaving a love mark.

Yondi: Kodwa Guluva…

She turned to look at him and I pulled her

on top of me, I felt my dick getting hard as it
went in contact with her smooth vagina.
She grabbed her glass of juice and sipped
from it.

Me: I still don’t get why wena ungaseli wine

yakho.

Yondi: Nah marn, I just craved orange juice.

I caressed her as and spanked it chuckling

as she put the glass where it was, she
smiled and held the side of my face then
rubbed our noses together before tongue
kissing me. I groaned in her mouth feeling
slowly slide down my dick, taking my whole
length in. She rode me and I curled my toes
under the water enjoying, fuck ndowufela
kwi pussy emnandi ka mfazi wam mna.

[SATURDAY MORNING.]
Yondi woke me up with breakfast in bed, I
chuckled sitting up the bed and looked at
her.

Me: Thank you baby, you look so gorgeous

in that robe.

Yondi: Hayike wena, enkosi.

Me: Ndicela kiss kuqala, malanqa…

She smiled and bend over kissing me, she
pulled out giggling then caressed my cheek
looking straight in my eye.

Yondi: Namhlanje is going to be such a

lovely day, you sure going to enjoy it.

Me: What are you up to, Sochuma Fanathi?

Yondi: I’m up to loving you and making you

happy.

She giggled turning to walk away and I

smiled biting my lower lip giving her a
spank, she giggled walking out our room. I
thank god and my forefathers for Yondi,
tjuuu ndoda ndiyi gone dyan!
·
·
Minutes later I was in the room and I just
got dressed in my Nike tracksuit, Yondi
came in holding a blindfold smiling.

Me: Aww baby, when did you change to

that short sexy dress?

Yondi: While you were taking a shower.

She did a little spin and I whistled praising

her clan, hayi rhaa can’t believe she is all
mine.

Yondi: Are you done?

Me: Ewe theni ingathi ufuna udlala Fifty

Shades Of Grey?
Yondi: Nope, but I have to blindfold you
ngoba there is a surprise I have awaiting
you.

Me: Do you have to blindfold me,

Mafungwashe?

Yondi: Ewe tshini, iza…

I wore my slide and walked to her, I gave

her a peck before bending my knees so she
can blindfold me. She held my hand and we
walked out our room, minutes latet we were
outside and she let go of my hand.

Me: Can I remove the blindfold now?

Yondi: Ewe, you can bhabha.

I sighed suddenly feeling nervous then

slowly removed the blindfold, I blinked
rapidly as soon as my eyes land on the
black BRABUS G Wagon. I looked at Yondi
and she smiled throwing the car keys at
me.

Me: Baby…

Yondi: Surprise, baby. Come on sukoyika

it’s yours…

Me: Is this really mine?

She nod and I swallowed feeling emotional,

she quickly hugged me as I cried in her
embrace. Having your woman by you a
damn G-Wagon is such a feeling! She
pulled out and wiped my tears before
pecking my lips.

Yondi: Don’t you want to check it out?

Me: Baby yeyam nyani?

Yondi: I swear it’s your, I got it for you baby.

I gave her passionate kiss then hugged her,

she giggled as I held her hand walking to
the car with her. I opened it and put my
hands over my head, feeling speechless.
She stood next to me as I sat on the driver
seat, I started the ignition and played with
the engine a bit.
Me: Rhaaa! Hayi baby, andazi how to thank
you yazi?

Yondi: You happy?

Me: I’m more than happy. Ngena so that we

can take this Godzilla for a spin…

Yondi: Let me lock apha endlini real quick.

She jogged to the house then came back

seconds later, I opened the door for her and
she sat on the passenger sit comfortably. I
went back to my side and closed the door
reversing out the yard, the smile on my face
couldn’t be missed.

Me: Ncaaa baby, enkosi marn tjoo you just

keep on making me happy oko.
Yondi: Just like you always make me
happy. Ndi sure what I’m about to tell you
tonight, will have you jumping up and down
like a kid.

Me: Yintoni leyo?

Yondi: Pholas sungxama, I said tonight

honey.

She smiled looking ahead, I held her hand

and kissed it wondering what is she going
to tell me. I’m sure it’s something good
telling by the smile on her face.

[THAT SAME DAY.]

My friends came to my house and
congratulated me on the new ride, my
father even called and said he wants to test
drive my new car. Yondi was gone to visit
Siyakha and the baby, Mahle told us his
son is such a crybaby and he likes hands.

Me: Yhr sjimbo, Bragadier uzoshaya G-

Wagon ayithengelwe ngu mnkake!

Andile: Awusa flex jou shit! Hhee

Mafungwashe une mali moc ne?

Akhona: Ayicace! But she doesn’t brag

about lonto, phof sonke skeem sakhe.

Lucky: Kawuze ne whiskey pha, si

celebrate!

Me: Andifuni usela ndinxile ngoba umfazi

wam is taking me somewhere tonight.
Nkosi: Hayi Sochuma is spoiling you ne!
Tshini bawo, sbwl ukuthiwa fafa nge
TADAS nam.

We laughed as he said that, Sive got the

whiskey and I got some few glasses and wr
sat there drinking. My cheeks hurt from
smiling non-stop, Yondi will kill me nge
happiness one of these days.
·
·
Later that night we were in a beach house, I
kept opening the expensive gifts Yondi got
me. From Cologne, jewellery, clothes,
shoes and so forth.

Me: Hayi baby, xa kunje ngoku how is it

going to be on my birthday?
Yondi: I will buy you a yatch, Guluva!

Me: Hayi wena! So that you can shake your

nyash on it?

Yondi: Jonga, sufuna ndikubonise umhlola

we hoe side yam!

We shared a laugh and I pulled her to me,

we smiled at each other.

Me: Yazi andazi noba ndiqale ngaphi to

thank you.

Yondi: You want to thank me for spoiling

you?
Me: That and loving me baby, we’ve been
through shit and hell but you still choose
me.

Yondi: Forever wena, Ezile Fanathi. I meant

it when I said “Ndizoku thanda forever”.

Me: Ka mina, ka wena baby?

Yondi: Ka mina, ka wena.

She giggled as I smashed my lips on hers,

she quickly pulled out and caressed my lips
with her thumb.

Yondi: Come we still have to eat that

desert.
Me: Okay, but can’t you be the main
desert?

Yondi: You will have me after the starter

desert ke.

Me: Hayibo yabona ke, awu nkosikazi wam

madoda…

I kissed her neck and she helped me sit

down on the chair, okay chivalry I see. She
went to the kitchen and came back with our
desert. I asked her to sit on my lap while we
enjoy our desert, we kept talking and
chatting. Minutes later my heart raced
looking at the desert side plate, I rub my
eyes just to be sure I’m seeing clearly.

Me: Hhee baby did you give me edibles?

Yondi: Why?

Me: My plate say “Soon to be second time

dad”…

I breathed heavily looking at the 4 small

little footprints, and the bold small words
with 2 baby bottles.

Yondi: Awuboni wrong.

Me: Wait, you mean to tell me that you…

Yondi: I’m pregnant Ezile with twins, I found

out not long ago.
I sobbed then hugged her lower body as
she sat on my lap and put my head against
her stomach, she caressed my head and let
me have my moment. I’m having two
babies soon with my wife? Junior is going
to be a big brother, gosh this is such a
blessing hayi God and my ancestors hasn’t
forsake me tuu! I tried stopping myself from
crying but I just couldn’t and my wife let me
while I held her tight, yhuu!

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DAYIMANI TWALA.
After what Liyema told me it took everything
in me to drive to my brother’s and give
Yibanathi back her gifts. I had to involve
Lukholo in this ngoba I didn’t want him to
think I’m gifting his fiancé, he frowned
seeing walk in his house carrying the many
gifts.

Lukholo: And then? Bawo yintoni ngoku…

Me: I was sent by Liyema to guve back

these.

Lukholo: Give it to who? Liyema is starting

to act like some bitter baby mama.

Me: No she is not. Where is your wife to

be?
Lukholo: Yibanathi is in our room, why?

Me: Go and get her ke mfethu, I have a

message for her.

He nod confused then walked to get his

fiancé while I place the gifts on the floor, I
chuckled feeling like some damn lapdog.
Tshini Liyema uyandenzisa moc…my
girlfriend called and I had to answer ngoba
something might be wrong with our
newborn.

Me: Love?

Sange: Baby where are you?

Me: I’m at my brother’s, but I won’t stay for

long.
Sange: Okay please make sure you come
home with some snacks, I’m craving
something nice and sweet.

Me: Okay, I love you.

Sange: I love you.

I end the call as soon as my brother and

Yibanathi appeared, she looked at me and I
watch her carefully as she look at the gifts
on the floor.

Lukholo: What’s going on here kanti?

Me: Ndi sure Yibanathi is aware of what is

going on telling by her facial expression.
Yibanathi: I-

Me: I was sent by Liyema to give you back

these. Oh and she told me to tell you if you
know what’s good for you, stop sending her
gifts ngoba it’s creepy.

Lukholo: What? I’m sure this is some sort of

misunderstanding…right?

He looked at Yibanathi and she looked

down playing with her fingers, Lukholo
flared his nostrils getting angry.

Me: Mfethu don’t even think about it.

Lukholo: Yibanathi why are you sending my
ex gifts?

I pushed Lukholo away ngoba he looked

like he wanted to moer her, Yibanathi
looked up and smiled.

Yibanathi: Because I like her.

Us: What?

Yibanathi: Lukholo, you know that I’m

bisexual and I like Liyema. Maybe you
should try begging her and marry us both,
that would be cute.

Lukholo: Yibanathi uphambene?

Yibanathi: I’m not crazy. I mean ndayazi
you still have feelings for her, ndi sure naye
she has feelings for you but she is afraid of
being hurt by you again-

Lukholo: SHUT UP! You sound like

someone with mental issues right now, how
the fuck can you like my ex? Someone who
hurt me countless time…

Me: Yabona ke, this is way beyond my

strength ndiya hamba.

Yibanathi: Tell Liyema I’m sorry for scaring

her, I thought if we had the same things it
would be goals.
Me: Andiyo spokesperson yakho, rhaa
ungandi nyeli mna. Bawo…I will see you
when I see you ke.

I pat my brother shouldet and left his house,

imagine njee the ridiculousness Yibanathi is
spewing. I took out my phone laughing as I
got in my car then called Liyema to gossip
with her about this, yhuu rhaa amankazana
are dangerous.

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SIYAKHA NTOMBELE.
Everyone has been very supportive and
showing me love, checking up on me
except my mother. I’m glad she is staying
away because last thing I want is her doing
something bad to my son, Yondi was here
and she came with so much baby clothes.

Me: Aww mntase, you always spoil our kids

wena.

Yondi: Mayicace they have a rich aunt,

beside you ladies are my friends and your
kids are mine too.

Me: So how have you been? Mahle told me

what happened..

Yondi: Honestly I never knew men could

also bewitch woman, I mean haibo…

She said looking at me in disbelief, I held

her hands and smiled at her.
Me: One thing I admire about you is that
you know how to handle crisis, if
ibingomnye umntu they would’ve not went
to see traditional healer ngoba most people
are scared of them.

Yondi: As long as it is over ngoku, I’m fine

and happy.

Me: Mahle showed me the G-Wagon

Brabus, you got for Bragadier.

Yondi: I just felt like spoiling indoda yam.

Anyways enough about me, how is this little
munchkin treating you?
She said kissing my son’s forehead, he was
sucking his thumb and trust me I wish I
could stop him from sucking thumb.

Me: He is such a crybaby, uthanda izandla

sarna.

Yondi: Come on usemncinci lomntu and he

deserves all that love and utatazelelwa.

Me: But andifuni umosha kakhulu, ngoba

uzoyiqela into yezandla oko.

She giggled and we kept talking about other

things, Lakhiwe cried and she gave him to
me so I can breastfeed him.

[NARRATED.]
Luyanda sat in his room feeling horny as
fuck, but his dick was not erected and that
made him shed some tears. He has been
feeling like this since yesterday and it’s not
a nice feeling, he tried watching porn and
masturbate but that didn’t help but made
him worse.

His brother walked in as he wore his pants,

then looked at him.

Banathi: Bra when last did you check out

the media?!

Luyanda: I haven’t been on the socials for a

week, why?
Banathi: Yondi gifted Bragadier with a
damn G- Wagon Brabus! Jonga mjita is
flexing like rhaa, I would nam phof.

Luyanda rolled his eyes annoyed, the last

thing he wanted to hear was Bragadier
living the life and getting the love he is
suppose to be getting. Banathi looked at his
brother’s red eyes and sweating forehead.

Banathi: Luu yintoni? Uqunyiwe…

Luyanda: Ndibatyiwe Luyanda, I don’t

understand ngoba ndibatyiwe and ayivuki
mpempe bra!

Banathi: Tjoo that is weird and painful,

yaqonda kubuhlungu kanjani ubatywa?
Luyanda: Take me to the hospital or mens
clinic, I need to check uba what’s going on.

Banathi: Sharp, ungafi kwedini. Iyabulala

imbatyo!

They chuckled walking out, Luyanda

swallowed the lump on his throat feeling
like dying instead because what he was
feeling was not something one can handle.
·
·
Hours later at the hospital, the doctor
looked at Luyanda.

Luyanda: And?
Doctor: I’m sorry but your dick seems to be
pretty much fine, you healthy nothing is
wrong with it.

Luyanda: Bullshit! Run those damn tests

again!

Banathi: Doc, uhm…thank you for the

update I think we will go now.

Luyanda: Banathi kwenzeka ntoni? Bafo

ndiyafa, ndiyafa!

He said crying and stormed out and Banathi

followed him, the doctor sat there confused
about what just happened. Meanwhile
Banathi got in his car and sadly looked at
the veins on his brother’s forehead…
Banathi: Maybe we should go to the club
and get some-

Luyanda: Banathi just take me home!

Ndiyabona you making a joke out of
intlungu yam, uyava ndithi ndibatyiwe but
my dick is not hard at all so ndizotya njani
cherry with a pap dick?

Banathi: Okay, okay…tjoo hayi no need to

bite my head off, I was just trying to help.

Luyanda groaned in pain laying back on his

chair, he let his tears fall while holding his
balls.

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ANDILE DAYI.
I was in my house walking around with my
robe on, I took a day off at work today
ngoba I deserve it. My day went from
peaceful to annoying when I got a visit from
Milani, I looked at her with a straight face.

Me: Milani if you think I’m going to agree to

this arranged marriage, you thought wrong.

Milani: I don’t want you to agree nam.

Me: What?
Milani: I’m not desperate for love and
marriage.

Me: Then why are you here?

Milani: I need your help, please.

I looked at her then chuckled gulping my

whiskey, she side and I asked her what she
wants.

Milani: I want you to help me fled the

country, ndiyakucela.

Me: You want to run away?

Milani: That is the only way to stop this
arranged marriage, Andile…I have to leave
South Africa.

Me: Why should I trust you?

Milani: I don’t want you to trust me, I want

you to help me leave S.A.

Me: So out of all people uzocela mna?

Milani: Mama wakho told me uli gintsa

once, and I’ve always read about you and
your friends on tabloids.

I clenched my jaws and sighed wondering if

I should really help her or not? But if I help
that means I’m free from this “marriage” shit
our parents believe in.
Me: I will help you only because andifuni
commitments.

Milani: Thank you, thank you so much.

Me: Now what is the way forward?

Milani: You call your parents, I call my

parents…we make them believe like we
accepting yonke lento.

Me: Sharp, just hope you not playing some

games ngoba ndakubulala unye without
thinking.

Milani: I don’t have time for games mna.

I nod and she left my house, I sat there
hoping this isn’t some sort of mistake I’m
making.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

Milani came to my house and told me her
parents are on their way here, I told her
mine are on their way too.

Me: So where are you planning to go to?

Milani: Tanzania or Dubai, andazi but

somewhere lovely.

Me: You have to be sure kaloku, you can’t

just leave ungena sure where you want to
relocate to.
Milani: I will think about it overnight, then let
you know ngomso.

Me: You have passport and all those

needed things moc?

Milani: Yes, I do. Futhi I won’t be changing

my identity, andifuni something that will put
me in deep shit in the future.

Me: Okay, just think of which country you

really want to relocate to. Ohh and
financially zithini?

Milani: I’m sorted and I know that I will get

work wherever, I’m going.

I nod my head and sat next to her just as

both our parents walked in the house, she
looked nervous and I just wanted to get
over and done with this.

Tata: What is the purpose of this

unexpected meeting?

Milani: Xolweni for just calling it out bazali,

we have an announcement to make.

Maka Milani: What?

Me: Milani and I decided to give this

arranged marriage a try.

Mama: Hima…are you guys serious?

Please don’t play with us like that.

Me: We are serious.

I said that holding Milani’s hand and giving
it a kiss, she kept her head bowed but I
could see she had a smile on her face. Our
parents rejoiced at our announcement, only
if they knew uba what is about to hit them.

Taka Milani: Yabona ke, you just made my

day.

Tata: Mamela mkhuluwa! We have to

celebrate this, music to my ears…Andile I’m
proud of the decision you two took.

Mama: I hope you will respect and treat her

well Andile, she is very lovely.

Me: I intend to oledy, right baby?

I said raising my eyebrow looking at Milani,
she looked up at me and smiled.

Milani: Right, mnyeni wam.

Maka Milani: When will the wedding be?

Yhuu funeke sibe ready for uthungisa
kaloku!

Milani: We not rushing into things, bantu

abadala.

Me: Ewe, since we hardly know each other

we were hoping to get to know each other
before we settle a date for umtshatho.

Tata: Understandable, as long as there will

still be a wedding going on.
Taka Milani: Ewe and futhi Milani, you and
your husband shouldn’t take long ngoba by
next month funeke nibe nitshathile.

Milani nod and bowed down squeezing my

hand, I stole a glance at her and she had a
frown on her face. The parents stayed a bit
and Milani was sent up and down to get
juice, I excused myself and followed Milani
to the kitchen. I found her rinsing the
glasses.

Me: You good?

Milani: Do you think our plan will backfire?

Me: No, it won’t.

Milani: Good ngoba they starting to say
things ngoku, serious things like “You
should have babies”.

Me: When do you want to leave?

Milani: As soon as possible, Andile tjoo.

Me: Okay. I will call a good guy I know, he

is very trustworthy.

Milani: Who is he?

Me: Someone who owns a private jet, ndizo

thetha naye and see if uthini.

She looked at me and smiled happily, I

chuckled as she excitedly threw herself in
my arms thanking me. She moved away
quickly and went back to doing what I found
her doing, I’m glad she is also against
yonke lento and we have a plan of stopping
it.

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××××××

TEDDY GXAKA.
I was still in hospital but I’m getting
discharged today, my mother said she will
stay with me in my house until I fully heal. I
laid on the hospital bed with my eyes
closed, I heard the door open and shut then
opened my eyes but quickly frowned.

Me: Ufuna ntoni apha?

Tata: Hello, Thokoza-

Me: Phuma apha! Phuma!

I pressed the panick button looking at him, I

hate this man with my all. He left my mother
and me when he discovered that I’m gay,
he called me a embarrassment.

Tata: Thokoz-

Me: Ndithe phuma!

Mama: Kwenzeka ntoni apha?

Tata: Nomvula…

Mama: Ufuna ntoni apha nja?

Me: Maka hambe I don’t need this kind of
stress.

The nurse came in and I looked at her.

Me: Hi sisi, please get security to escort this

man out of here.

Tata: Thokoza ugxotha mna? Uyihlo

wakho…

Me&Mama: Yhey voetsek! Hamba!

He chuckled then walked out the ward, I

flinched feeling pain in my stomach the
nurse looked at me with eyes out.
Mama: You bleeding Teddy, tjoo hayike.

Me: I’m fine, I will be fine.

Nurse: I will get the doctor to check on your

bleeding wound.

I nod and she left my mother held my hand

looking worried, I assured her ndizoba right.
Why did that stupid fool have to come here
and how the fuck did he know ndilapha?
·
·
So the doctor said they will keep me here
again just for today, because of the
bleeding bullet wound. I don’t get why they
can’t just give me painkillers and things to
clean and dress the wound, my friends
came to visit an hour ago and thag made
me feel better. I looked at Akhona sit next
to me in deep thoughts.

Me: Hayi Akhona, why are you sitting here

thinking kakhulu?

Akhona: I can’t fathom the fact that I almost

lost you, sthandwa sam.

Me: But ke mna ndiyi fighter, I’m alive moc.

Akhona: You don’t understand Ted, I was

really scared.

Me: I’m fine baby, yhuu hayi nawe nge

drama.
He side and stood up then kissed my lips,
we pulled out the kiss seconds later and I
smiled looking at him.

Akhona: Ndifuna ukutshatha, Teddy.

Me: Huh?

Akhona: Marry me, mntuwam ndiyakucela. I

get that the way I’m asking you is not
romantic, I will make it up to you.

Me: You seriously asking me to marry you

in a damn hospital?

Akhona: Take this as a starter proposal.

Mamela Teddy, ndi positive I want to do this
life thing with you. Question is are you
ready to face it all by my side, forever?
Me: Hima, you serious?

Akhona: Deadly serious, Thokoza Teddy

Gxaka.

I looked at him feeling emotional, I know

that this isn’t the best way to propose but
FUCK THAT! Imagine your man telling you
he wants to be with you forever, I nod my
head yes.

Akhona: So yavuma to be mine forever?

Me: Ewe, ndiyavuma baby!

Akhona: Yabona ke!

He frenched kissed me then gave me a
hug, arg I’m so happy andifuni ungatsho.

Me: But I still want you to propose me

ngendlela eright, be romantic Akhona tshini.

Akhona: Anything for you soon to be,

wifey…

Me: Tjuu I can’t wait to be officially, Mrs.

Akhona Khali.

He chuckled at my excitement and kissed

me, he kept thanking me for loving him and
I’m the one who should thank him for giving
me the best love ever. I mean I never
thought a man could ever love me like he
loves me, Yondi has to hear that best friend
yakhe is getting married soon.
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YONDI MNDINI.
We were preparing for Teddy and Akhona’s
white wedding and trust me it’s going to be
amazing, everything has been going
smooth these past few months and Ezile
was acting like the pregnant one. At least I
get to carry the big baby bump and he has
to experience the symptoms, I was with
Teddy in the private hotel room fixing his
make up. Our other friends were already at
the venue and yes, Mpumi and Busi gave
birth already.

Teddy: Eyy chomi sarna, you look like you

about to pop out those babies anytime
soon.

Me: I can’t wait to pop them out.

Teddy: So we really having a baby girl and

baby boy?

Me: Ewe and trust me sarna, I don’t think

ndizofuna umitha after this ndingafa!

He laughed as I installed his eyelashes.

Yes I am pregnant with a baby girl and boy,
I’m glad that it’s both opposite genders
ngoba that means no more getting
pregnant. Ezile was very joyful when we
found out we having a boy and girl,
Luzelwande also can’t wait to meet his little
siblings.
·
·
I finally got done dressing up Teddy, his
mother was here with us and she couldn’t
stop crying. I mean Teddy looked very
amazing, he was wearing a long sleeve
wedding dress. The details and everything
about the dress screams perfect, I can’t
explain it but he looked very out of this
world.

Me: My Teddy bear, look at you…

Teddy: Hayike if you cry I will cry.

Me: I can’t helpt it njena, I mean you look
very…

I looked up wiping my tears trying not to

ruin my make up, he also held his tears and
mama wakhe cried not caring if she ruined
her make up.

Maka Teddy: I’m so happy for you baby, I

can’t believe you are getting married.

Teddy: It’s happening and I hope you not

hurt at the fact that, Yondi is the one
walking me down the aisle?

Maka Teddy: I’m happy she is the one, you

two are my only children. I sometimes think
I gave birth to twins ngoba bond yenu is
very unbreakable…
We giggled and shared a group hug, I was
wearing a long sleeve gown in emerald, I
felt good and I love how my baby bump was
popping on it.

[AT THE WEDDING VENUE.]

I smiled and walked Teddy down the aisle,
the Orchestra band played a love song as I
walked him down the aisle. Akhona was
standing there looking at Teddy with so
much love and he wasn’t blinking, I felt pain
in my abdomen but I told myself I will ignore
it. I handed Teddy to Akhona and gave
them both a hug before taking my seat next
to my husband, Ezile held my hand smiling
and kissed it before whispering in my ear.

Ezile: Baby you good?

Me: Ndiright, baby.

I smiled looking at him and he winked,

everyone looked at the lovebirds as the
priest began the ceremony. I won’t bother
going into detail but you know how
weddings are, I’m happy there was no
drama at all. Vows were exchanged and
Akhona even shed some tears, he really
love my Teddy bear.

A while later speeches were given and from

there, we changed locations to where
everyone will eat and where our newly
weds will share their dance. We took
pictures and congratulated our friends, I
even shed some tears sarna.
Teddy: Yondi can we dance together?

Ezile: Hayi Teddy, for ntoni? Nanku Akhona

tshini, I want to dance with my wife nam.

Teddy: You and Akhona dance together for

now, yhini na.

Akhona and Ezile chuckled as Teddy pulled

me a bit far from everyone else who
danced, I smiled and gave him a hug.

Me: What is wrong?

Teddy: You tell me Yondi, I felt you

tightening my hand when we walked down
the aisle.
Me: Oh hayibo, I’m fine just felt a pain on
my abdomen.

Teddy: Really?!

I looked at him confused as he seemed

excited, he is excited because I felt pain?

Me: Hayi Teddy, what’s so exciting about

that?

Teddy: Is it possible that you were

experiencing a labour pain?

Me: No, I’m due in a few weeks so it’s not

possible.
Teddy: How I wish you could give birth, I
mean that would be the best wedding gift
for me. Imagine nje…my best friend giving
birth on my wedding night.

I chuckled then held the sides of his cheeks

smiling.

Me: Unfortunately for you ke chomi, that

won’t be happening.

Teddy: What a bummer…yhey nina, why

don’t you just come out namhlanje?

He said that bending talking to my baby

bump before kissing it, I giggled feeling the
babies kick and he put his hand over my
stomach encouraging them to kick more.
Me: Ready for the after party?

Teddy: More than ready! I love the fact that

it will be just Akhona and his friends, with
my friends only.

Me: But make sure you drink for me too

tonight, I-

We were disturbed by our friends and they

hugged us.

Mpumi: Teddy iza you have to throw the

bouquet mfazi, make sure you throwing it to
my side.

We laughed as she said that, I held

Liyema’s wrist then bend a bit moaning.
The ladies looked at me…
Liyema: Hayi are you-

Me: No, no ndiright. Let’s just enjoy today

guys.

Busi: Yondi if you having labour pains don’t-

Me: I’m not having labour pains. Besides

today is all about Teddy, so can we just
forget this happened?

They looked at me confused as I said that

through my teeth, I think I’m experiencing
labour pains but I don’t want to ruin Teddy’s
day.
Mpumi: Okay, Teddy iza we have to catch
that bouquet.

As we walked to ahead, Ezile came to me

and asked to talk to me aside. He held my
waist and we shared a kiss, he kissed my
baby bump and looked at me.

Ezile: Are we still good?

Me: We are, yazi I’m happy everything went

well today.

Ezile: Ewe marn, everyone is happy. I’m

happy that I have you, soon nathi we will
have our very own white wedding.
Me: I’m worried about Andile though,
maybe this wedding will encourage him into
finding someone.

Ezile: Umjita is not into commitments.

We heard cheers and looked ahead, I

giggled looking at Mpumi happily dance
with the bouquet in her hand. She catched
it and everyone else laughed at her
reaction, Mpumi can be such an idiot xa
ethanda.

[LATER THAT NIGHT.]

We were at the guesthouse, just the gents
and my friends only. The guys were braaing
while we sat there talking, I kept rubbing my
lower abdomen feeling pain.
Liyema: Hhee Luzelwande kissed Iphemna
at the wedding, yhuu Yondi unyana wakho
ingathi zothanda amankazana.

They laughed as she said that, I screamed

in pain and they stopped.

Teddy: Bragadier! Bragadier!!!

He screamed out as the crowd me and I felt

like choking them, Ezile and his friends
came to where we sat and my husband
came running to my side.

Me: I think the babies is coming, but my

water didn’t break…

I cried holding his hand tight, Teddy and

Akhona offered to go and get the babies
bags at our house while the others said
they will go with us to the hospital. I hate
labour pains, I hate them with everything in
me shem yhooo!
·
·
At the hospital Ezile stood by me crying as
the first baby came out, he was an
emotional wreck.

Doctor: It’s a beautiful baby boy…come on

Yondi, push the second baby out.

Me: I can’t…I don’t have strength.

Ezile: Baby we can do this, I’m here with

you okay.
I slowly looked at my crying son as the
nurse wrapped him in those baby hospital
blankets, I nod my head and waited for the
doctor to instrust me to push.

Doctor: Okay, push baby…

I pushed and stopped taking deep breaths,

I kept pushing and pushing until I heard
baby little cries. Ezile hugged me and
sobbed, I let my tears fall feeling weak.

Doctor: Congratulations Mr and Mrs.

Fanathi, you have a baby boy and girl.

Me: I want to see them, before they get

cleaned up.
They did whatever with Ezile down there
and finally, I held my babies. I looked at
Ezile and cried not believing that God
blessed me yet again with two babies, a girl
and a boy.

Me: Ezile we have twins?

Ezile: Ewe baby, thank you for making me

happy always.

Me: They look so small, gosh bahle.

Ezile: I know, baby…

He cried and we shared a hug, Ezile kissed

me and the doctor and nurses “awwed”.
Ezile: Kukhanya, noImizamo.

Me: Kukhanya’ Imizamo yethu?

Ezile: Ewe, baby wam.

I love how he always names our kids and

all the names he gives them is unique and
have a meaning. Kukhanya’ Imizamo yethu
because they are the light through our
darkest ways! I can’t wait to figure out the
twins personalities and Luzelwande will be
so thrilled to meet his baby siblings.

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LIYEMA LOKO.
These past months have been good for me,
except for the fact that Yibanathi has been
a problem in my life. I heard that Lukholo
broke up with her for what she did and trust
me, I don’t give a fuck but now she out to
ruin my relationship. I never really sat down
with Nkosi and tell him the reason Yibanathi
is trying to ruin our relationship because he
never cared to ask, but today I decided to
tell him.

Me: Baby can we talk?

Nkosi: Can we talk after we come from

seeing our friends babies at the hospital?
Me: Why can’t we talk now?

Nkosi: Ndine feeling whatever you about to

tell me will ruin my mood, so please
Liyema.

I sighed then nod my head, he wore his

sneakers and I could see that he is angry
with me.

Nkosi: By the way, Iphemna and Luniko are

going to spend tomorrow night with me. Are
you fine with that?

Me: Yes, thank you for treating my daughter

as yours.

Nkosi: She is my daughter too.

Me: What if we break up someday? Will you
abandon her, ngoba she really likes you.

Nkosi: I don’t love your daughter because

she we together, I genuinely love kids. Plus
Iphemna is Luniko’s sister, making her my
daughter and no…mna nawe will never
break up.

Me: I’m scared you might leave me one day

for someone better.

Nkosi: When did you start doubting my love

for you? Khona into endiyenzileyo that
makes you doubt my love…

Me: No there isn’t.

He looked at me then sighed before coming
to sit next to me, I’m really scared to lose
him. He gave me 2 pecks and looked me in
the eye.

Nkosi: Don’t doubt my love for you. Ndayazi

you might think I will do what Lukholo did to
you, but you should know by now I’m a man
of my word.

Me: Okay, I really love Nkosi…so much

futhi and losing you would send me to a
mental institute.

Nkosi: We stuck together forever, sthandwa

sam. Now let us go and welcome the new
Fanathi members…
Me: Can’t wait to see them, I have no doubt
that bahle.

Nkosi: Yeah, Yondi and Bragadier makes

cute babies. Maybe nathi we should try for
one..

Me: Nope, I made a vow to myself that I will

never have another child out of wedlock, so
until I see a ring on this finger don’t there
won’t be no baby.

Nkosi: So ufuna utshata wena?

Me: Ewe, although I have fear of being left

on my wedding day.
He held my face then french kissed me, I
straddled his lap kissing him but he quickly
pulled out.

Nkosi: Save the sex part for later tonight.

Me: I can’t wait. Okay, let’s go ke…

I got off him then helped him up, I love

Nkosi shame tjoo. He just knows how to
love me right, how to take care of my needs
and wants.

[AT THE HOSPITAL.]

I smiled looking at Yondi, she looked tired
and ngapha Teddy was busy talking to the
top of his lungs. It was us ladies and my
man’s friends…
Teddy: You see mna, funeke ndibeyi
fortune teller njee once.

Bragadier: Haibo?

Teddy: Mamela Bragazela! I knew your wife

is about to give me the best wedding gift, I
told her yena wathi “hayi I’m due in the next
few weeks”.

Akhona: Hayi baby oko siva ngawe apha,

awuthuli tuu.

Andile: And niyandi disturb.a, ndi busy with

abantwana apha.

We looked at him and laughed, Andile

really loves kids shame and akazenzi.
Andazi why don’t he just find someone he
loves, or make his own baby.

Mahle: Wena bra, when will you bless us

with your ncosi?

Andile: Bawo nindizalele njena? So why

would I need kids when you all gave me
kids, hayi suntringa.

Mpumi: Hhee is there something you not

telling us, maAnds?

Andile: Enje ngantoni?

Mpumi: I mean nawe you gay?

Andile: Unyile! Ngoku ndiyi thanda kangala
bhentse…

Teddy: Yhuu language Andile, sihleli

nabantwana apha.

We laughed as they argued back and forth,

it feels like we are a whole family shame
andifuni ungatsho. I had a chance to hold
the babies, everyone had a chance to and it
was a surprise Bragadier us ngoba I heard
when Junior was born he wanted no one to
hold him. I was holding Imizamo, she has
small pouted lips and a Yondi’s nose with
long lashes and bushy eyebrows. I already
know she will look like my Yondi, that would
be good because Luzelwande looks like
Bragadier plus Kukhanya. So it would be
fair if baby girl resembles my friend, tshini.
·
·
2 hours later, Nkosi and I were back at his
house and I just told him about Yibanathi.
From her kissing me and sending me
gifts…

Nkosi: So sthandwa sam, you telling me

your ex boyfriend’s fiancé wants you?

Me: Ewe and I’ve tried so many times to tell

her andiyeke, but akafuni.

Nkosi: Uyayazi what would make her stay

away?

Me: What?
Nkosi: It’s if mna, I personally threaten her
to fuck away!

Me: But don’t kill her ngoba andifuni uba

guilty of killing umntu.

Nkosi: Call her and tell her to meet up at

this location I will give you, umxelele you
want to get to know her first before you 2 be
exclusive.

Me: Okay, but promise me you won’t kill

her?

Nkosi: Just call her nje qha wena, baby.

I sighed looking at him then took my phone

calling Yibanathi, she answered the call on
the second ring. I told her to meet up witj
me and I will send her a location, she was
exicted and she agreed right away.

[50 MINUTES LATER.]

Nkosi and I were sitting in the car at the
open field, he looked so calm and he was
putting bullets in his gun.

Me: I hope you not planning on killing her.

Nkosi: Don’t worry baby, I’m just going to

scare her.

Me: Good. I mean it’s broad daylight and

we in some open field, anyone can witness
you killing her. Someone walking by for
instance…
Nkosi: Sthandwa sam chill, chill will you?

Me: Okay…ohh here she is, mandiqhale ndi

phume and you will follow 5 minutes later.

He nod and I climbed off the car, Yibanathi

parked her car behind Nkosi’s and got out
hers. She came running to me and threw
herself in my arms, I awkwardly hugged
her.

Yibanathi: I’m glad you finally decided to

give us a try.

Me: Sungxama, I never said I will give us a

try.

Yibanathi: Yet you called me here, meaning

nawe you want me.
Me: What is your obsession with me?

Yibanathi: I love you Liyema, more than I

love myself.

She looked behind me then frowned, she

let go with me then stepped back
swallowing.

Nkosi: You must be Yibanathi?

Yibanathi: Ewe, uhm…Liyema why is your

man here?

Nkosi: I’m here to warn you, Yibanathi.

Never thought I would threaten a woman to
stay away from my woman, but
andizonyelwa nguwe.

Yibanathi: You don’t understand-

Me: Yibanathi please, just stop yonke lento

yakho or whatever delusions you have of us
being together.

Yibanathi: Liyema, I love you njena!

A gunshot fired and I closed my eyes and

ears, while Yibanathi screamed. I opened
my eyes and looked at Yibanathi shaking
sitting on the ground.

Me: Nkosi what did I say about this?

Nkosi: But I shot at nothing njena baby, that
was me scaring her.

Me: Yibanathi just stay away from me ne? I

hope I won’t get to deal with your obsessed
self again.

Nkosi: She won’t vele, ngoba next time

ndizom bulala anye nyii!

Yibanathi: I swear I will stay away!

Nkosi: Good! Masambe baby…

He held my hand and we left Yibanathi still

sitting on the ground, she was rocking
herself back and forth like someone losing
it. I swear lomntana has a mental issue,
hayibo!
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EZILE FANATHI.
Yondi and our babies were being
discharged so I was helping her dress up
the twins. Yondi and I were wearing
matching grey Nike tracksuits, I chose the
outfit obviously mayicace uba we are goals.

Me: Yazi baby, when we get home I’m

going to run you a nice and warm bath.

Yondi: I really need that, but I also need my

firstborn in my arms.

Me: Luzelwande is still enjoying his stay

kwa makhulu wakhe.
Yondi: Hayi I miss him mna, tshini Ezile.

I chuckled looking at her and she smiled.

Only if she knew that our parents, and my
siblings with Junior are at our house…they
planned a little “welcome surprise” thing so
she is in it for a surprise. Unfortunately it’s
our friends won’t be there, it’s just a small
intimate thing nyana.

Yondi: Ngaske nditye ice cream, ebhanda

nyani.

Me: Haa baby, but kuyabhanda njena.

Yondi: I know ne? Qha ndiyarhala.

Me: I think ikhona endlini, so we will-

Her ringing phone disturbed me, she made

sure Kukhanya is buckled up safe on his
car chair before answering her phone.

Yondi: Maka Mpendulo?

Caller: …

Yondi: What? No, that is not possible.

She sat down on the bed putting her hand

over her heart, I could see the tears in her
eyes and the hurt on her face. Immediately
when the call end she sobbed and I put
Imizamo and Kukhanya car seats on the
floor, then went to hug my crying wife.
Me: Baby what’s wrong?

Yondi: He is gone Ezile, he is gone…

Me: Who is gone? Thetha nam, mama…

Yondi: Mpendulo, bambulele-

Me: She it’s okay, it’s okay.

She held on to me crying and I sighed

looking at our babies, I don’t blame her for
crying this much ngoba yena and her boss
were like brother and sister. I wonder
ucishe njani umjita?

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YONDI MNDINI.
Aftet receiving that call about Mpendulo’s
death, I wasn’t okay andifuni ungatsho.
Who would kill Mpendulo? What is worse I
won’t be able to attend his funeral because
I just gave birth, but ndi sure Teddy will go
and him being there will mean his also
there on my behalf. I was in the backseat
deep in thoughts, Ezile was driving us
home.

Ezile: Baby please don’t over think, you will

get a headache.

Me: I’m just in disbelief, how?

Ezile: I guess it was his time.

I sighed looking at my twins, imagining how

Mpendulo’s kids are feeling. They really
loved their father, and with their mother not
wanting anything to do with them since
Mpendulo divorced her is sad.

[AT HOME.]
Ezile carried the baby seats, while I carried
the baby bag to the house. As soon as we
got in the house, I froze as our families
shout “SURPRISE!”.

Me: Wow you guys, so you planned all this

in such a short time?
Maka Ezile: Ewe tshini, Sochuma! You
deserved to be showered with all these
gifts.

Me: Enkosi ma, thank to you all.

Nikitha: Mna skwiza ndicela ubona

abantwana.

Luvuyo: Ohh hayike wena, bendithe qale

unike abantu abadala chance.

Nikitha: Undimele wena please…

We laughed as she said that pulling his ear,

is this how Kukhanya and Imizamo going to
be? Luzelwande came to me and hugged
my legs, Ezile picked him up and he smiled.
Me: I missed you, baby.

Luzelwande: But ndimdala ngoku, my

siblings are babies.

Everyone laughed when he said that,

phambene lo he will always be my little
baby. We gathered in the lounge and
Nikitha gave me a crown, and sat me down
on the one seat couch. Was it necessary for
a crown? Anyways let me enjoy the love,
she kept handing me the gifts to open while
Luvuyo made videos and the parents and
Luzelwande kept fussing over the babies.

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TEDDY GXAKA.
I was honestly hurt about the death of
Mpendulo, everyone in the office was
devasted and I kept wondering how is
Yondi. My colleagues and I were planning
to go visit Mpendulo’s parents, just to pay
our respects.

Anam: How did this even happen? Yhuu

abantu are evil.

Me: I’m just happy they were caught mna,

instead of jail they deserve to be killed too.

Namhla: Yhr ne, Mpendulo was had his

annoying days but he was the best boss.
Nate: What about us…Does this mean we
will have to look for employment
elsewhere?

Me: I don’t think so, maybe someone from

his family will take over Media Ink.

Anam: Hope it won’t be someone full of

themselves.

Nate was driving us 4 to Mpendulo’s

parents house, we were the selected
colleagues to gonby the others. I mean we
couldn’t all go at the same time ngobu nintsi
bethu, that would be ridiculous.
·
·
We were now with Mpendulo’s parents,
some of his relatives were also here and I
could see some were faking sadness.

Maka Mpendulo: Thank you for paying your

respects.

Me: We had to, Mpendulo was family to us

all.

Taka Mpendulo: Where is Yondi?

Me: She just gave birth so she couldn’t

come.

Maka Mpendulo: Meaning she won’t be

able to make it to the funeral too…
I nod and she sighed, she looked really
devastated but she was making herself
strong shame I could only imagine the pain
of losing a child.

Taka Mpendulo: Mpendulo was shot 17

times by his hijackers, I don’t understand
why they didn’t just take the car without
killing him.

Me: If it’s okaym with you, I could always

write an article just to clear things.

Anam: Yeah I mean we know how some

journalists write lies.

Maka Mpendulo: Could you do that after the

funeral?
Nate: When is the funeral?

Maka Mpendulo: We were thinking of

burying him as soon as possible, I just want
everything to be done quickly.

Me: Uzongcwatywa phi?

Taka Mpendulo: Eastern Cape, he always

wanted to be buried there when he dies.

I’m definitely going ngoba I will also

represent Yondi, she won’t be able to cone
ngoba she has newborns and they need all
her attention.

[LATER THAT AFTERNOON.]

I got home and found my man cooking, he
smiled seeing me and I hugged him.

Akhona: How did it go?

Me: Sad really, I also passed by Yondi and

Ezile’s house. All this saddens her, worse
akazo kwazi noya kwi funeral.

Akhona: When is the funeral?

Me: The official date has not been released,

but kuthiwe as soon as possible.

Akhona: Enough about your boss, ndicela

kiss yam.
I giggled as he pulled me closer then kissed
me, he held my left hand and kissed my
wedding ring. I also kissed his and he
chuckled, the ring looked good on his finger
shame indoda yam.

Akhona: So have you decided ufuna siye

phi for our honeymoon?

Me: Why don’t we decide on that together?

I mean we are one ngoku, so we do things
together.

Akhona: How about we discuss lonto

tonight? Over a bubble bath…

Me: That sounds like a great idea. Can I

help you with anything?
Akhona: Nope, wena just sit there and be
pretty. I will get you some wine, watch
indoda yakho cook for you.

He gave me a peck then helped me sit on

the barstool, he got me a glass of wine with
a bottle of wine then poured it for me. I love
this man bethuna, ngaske ndimginye ahlale
inside me.

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YONDI MNDINI.
Days later, Mpendulo was buried and trust
me ndi hurt that I couldn’t attend. Ezile is
also the best husband, he works from home
and all meetings he has to attend he does
them online. Luzelwande is also the best
brother to his siblings and the little ones
bayathanda ibele.

Ezile: Yazi baby, I’ve been wondering how

breast milk taste?

Me: Hayi wena sies, obviously imbi.

Ezile: But ndicela undivise…

Me: Ezile hayi, don’t be weird tuu.

Ezile: Ohh uyavimba? Uvimba mna, wena

baby…
I rolled my eyes and he chuckled sitting
next to me, Luzelwande was at creché and
Bullet was at the dog creché too. I giggled
as Ezile kissed my neck, this one can’t get
enough of loving me.

Me: Awusandi thandi…

Ezile: Kakhulu tjoo, ndivuyela lento uyazi.

Me: Yazi the woman I left in charge of my

company in Botswana, has been arrested?

Ezile: Hayi wenzeni?

Me: Apparently she was abusive to her

boyfriend, pathetic njee.
Ezile: So kengoku does that affect the
reputation of your company?

I shook my head no and laid my head on

his chest, he also laid down on the couch
as we cuddled.

Me: No. Futhi the HR said he found

someone to fill in the lady.

Ezile: Someone new?

Me: One of the workers, I’m interviewing

him/her tomorrow through virtual call.

Ezile: Yazi I’m proud of you, mnkam? You

very smart, independent and loving njee.
Me: That is my nature. Wena, how are
things at work?

Ezile: Great, I’m glad ndisebenza from

home ngoba I get to help you with our
babies and around the house.

Me: And I appreciate that, Guluva.

I looked up and he kissed my lips, I know

those little bambinos will wake up crying
soon. But at least they give me and their
father a chance to love each other.

Ezile: Tell me uziva njani? I mean you

couldn’t attend his funeral.
Me: Honestly I feel sad, but I’m happy he
was laid to rest and the bastards behind his
death were sentenced to death.

Ezile: So who will be the new boss at Media

Ink?

Me: Andazi maybe someone in his family?

Ezile: I hope lomntu won’t overwork you

once you get back to work.

Me: Mpendulo used to overwork me njena,

so I’m used to lonto.

Ezile: Hayi baby, kaloku Mpendulo was

Mpendulo.
I chuckled and wrapped my arms around
him, he kissed the top of my head and I
closed my eyes.

Ezile: Mamela love, ndiyaku thanda mna.

Me: Nyani?

Ezile: Ewe njena, awuyazi lonto?

Me: Tuu bhuti, ndicinga uyandi bhanxa.

Ezile: Rhaa unga bhanxa umntu osexy?

Hayi baby, ndiyaku thanda tshini! Yeka
udlala nawe say you love me.

Me: Ndiyaku thanda, Guluva wam.

Ezile: Ngaske uhlale undibiza ngo “Guluva
wam”, utsho kamnandi.

Me: Or ndikubize ngo Bragadier.

Ezile: Unye xa kulapho babe, ndatsho

ndisaku bona uba andingo Bragadier kuwe.

I giggled and Imizamo cried, Ezile quickly

jumped up to attend his princess making
me laugh. Who would’ve thought he will
love abantwana? Because he hated them
moc marn, but I guess having his own
changed yonke lonto.

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MPUMI SIBEKO.
I walked to my son’s nursery room and
frowned not seeing him there in his baby
cot, my heart literally stopped for some
seconds.

Me: No, no…SIVE! Sive!

I said running out the nursery and bumped

into him, he looked at me confused.

Sive: Haibo baby, wangxola kanje uphi

umntana?

Me: Sive, Alakhe is not there, he is not in

his nursery room!

Sive: Hayi, what do you mean?

He ran to look and I followed him crying,
this is not happening asoze! He hugged me
clenching his jaws.

Me: Sive ndifuna umntana wam, ndifuna

umntana wam!

Sive: We will find him baby, sulila-

Me: Don’t tell me not to cry dammit!

I pushed him off me then ran to our room,

he came in and took his phone calling his
friends to meet with him at their warehouse.
I can’t believe my child is going through
such shit at only few months? Hayi, hayi
ndizo phambana Sive better finds him or
ndizo mpora!
[2 HOURS LATER.]
I was impatiently waiting on Sive, Teddy
was waiting with me and naye undenzela
stress.

Me: Teddy just shut up! Shut it!

Teddy: Hayi rhaa! Tshini ndizama unceda

wena apha, undixelela kaka.

Me: Undenzela stress worse marn!

My phone rang and I jumped to answer it, I

answered the call from the unsaved number
and frowned.

Me: Hello?
Khululwa: How does it feel losing a child?

Me: You old bitch! I swear if you hurt my

child-

Khululwa: Uzothini? Because by the time

you kill me, he will be dead.

Me: Ufuna ntoni, Khululwa?

Khululwa: You know what I want…

Me: You kidnapped my child just because

you want Sive? Do you think he will want
you after you took our child?
Khululwa: Ohh yes he will, I just need one
thing from him and the nizofumana mntana
wenu.

Me: Khululwa-

I stopped talking as I heard my baby cry on

the background, this old hag laughed and
that made me mad.

Me: What do you want mnqundu!

Khululwa: Give me Sive in return of your

son.

She end the call and I sobbed sitting down,

Teddy came to comfort me and I looked at
him.
Me: I think we will have to wear bulletproof
by the end of today.

Teddy: Hayi why?

Me: We going out there to find my son,

bullets will be flying.

Teddy: I can’t shoot! Hayi ngumsebenzi

woSive lowo!

Me: Sive…

I called Sive and he answered immediately,

I told him to come home as soon as
possible I know who has our son. I knew he
was going to come with his friends, fuck! If
Sive didn’t sleep with that old lady or cheat,
none of this would’ve happened now my
child is being punished for it!

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SIVE NODLINGA.
So the gents and I rushed to my house to
hear what Mpumi had to say, and what she
told us shocked me.

Teddy: Yabona ubufebe!

Akhona: Teddy, kawume tuu.

Teddy: Hayi, hayi if he kept it in his pants
none of this would’ve happened.

Mpumi: Sive, I just want umntana

wam…please.

Me: We will find him, baby.

Bragadier: Yamazi uhlala phi lo Khululwa?

Me: Yhr, but she has securities kwakhe.

Mahle: Mfondini you telling us about

security? We will risk it for ingcosi yakho,
masiyeni pha ngoku.

Mpumi: I’m coming with-

Teddy: Hayi, uphambene!

Mpumi: Ewe Teddy, ndiphambene. I’m

coming with and none of you will stop me!

She walked to the direction of our room, I’m

sure she is going to get her gun. I looked at
my friends and they nod their heads
assuring that I follow Mpumi, fuck ndoyika
but andina choice.
·
·
So everyone was geared up ready to leave
accept Teddy, he said he will wait in the car
while we go and shoot to kill. Mpumi was
silent this whole time, I know she was mad
at me and I don’t blame her.
Bragadier: This should be a lesson Sive,
never cheat again bawo.

Lucky: Yhr bra, ndayazi nam ndake nda

cheat.a but mfethu…

Nkosi: Bafethu less talking and more action.

We got in our cars, I was with Mahle, Nkosi

and Bragadier. Akhona was with Teddy and
Mpumi. While Sive, Andile and Lucky were
in their car…

[A WHILE LATER.]
My friends parked far from the house, the
plan was for me to approach the guards
and tell them I’m here for Khululwa as she
requested, then when they open the gents
and I will attack.
Me: Okay ndi ready.

Bragadier: Hima sjimbo, we not shooting

thouse guards but we’ll physically attack
them.

Nkosi: Haibo why not shoot?

Akhona: If we shoot lo Khululwa will hear

gunshots from the inside, and that would
lead her to harming the baby.

Bragadier: So we will just hide somewhere

near while you talk to those guards. Once
they open sitheleke and send them to lala
land.
We kept planning and Mpumi was quiet and
deep in thoughts this whole time, she
looked like a mess. Teddy was in one of the
cars talking to someone over the phone.
·
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I managed to get inside and the gents held
the 3 guards hostage. As I was walking to
the front door, I turned to look behind me as
I felt someone walking at the back of me.

Me: Mpumi uyaphi?

Mpumi: I’m going to save my son.

Me: You can’t ngoba-

Mpumi: You won’t stop me, I’m saving my
son then killing your old bitch.

She walked pass me agry and I followed

her. Inside the house we found Khululwa’s
made feeding my son soft porridge, she
jumped up scared holding on to Alakhe and
dropping the porridge bowl as soon as she
saw us. We point our guns at her…

Maid: Please take anything you want.

Mpumi: Uphi uKhululwa?

Maid: She, she-

Voice: Jamie what’s all this commo-

She stopped talking and looked at us
shocked once she appeared at the lounge,
she looked at me and Mpumi fired a
gunshot. Khululwa screamed holding her
thigh and falling to the floor.

Mpumi: Involving my innocent son in your

agenda was such a low blow!

Khululwa: Sive, help…

Me: Yhey voetsek!!

I don’t know when Teddy got here but he

took Alakhe from the maid and ran out the
house with him. Mpumi got on top of
Khululwa and started to throw fists at her,
Khululwa was sreaming for help and the
maid looked scared to death. It’s a pity she
is also going to die ngoba she is a witness,
we don’t need any witnesses.

Mpumi: I warned you long ago Khululwa,

ndathi sundi hlokoloza but you nevet
listened huh?!

She threw one last hard punch and stood

up pointing her gun down to Khululwa. I
have never seen my Mpumi this mad!
Khululwa’s face was full of blood and
swollen…

Mpumi: Yabona njakazi, ndakuxelela

ndizoku bulala unye and that is exactly
what I will do.

She shot her Khululwa countless times

while scream in anger, with tears falling
down her face. She turned to face the maid,
I was frozen ngoba I’ve never witness my
woman kill someone.

Maid: Please don’t kill me, I swear I won’t

say anything.

Mpumi: I’m sorry, but nawe you were busy

playing happy maid with my son instead of
bringing him back.

Maid: I didn’t know he was stolen, I-

Mpumi fired 2 shots then looked at me, she

had tears on her face and frustration.

Mpumi: You happy now? Your cheating

ways created this monster, I just killed
abantu.
Me: Baby-

Mpumi: This is all your fault, andazi how

you will get rid of those bullets but I want
nothing tracing back to me.

She walked out just as Akhona and Andile

walked in, Andile whistled while Akhona
looked around the room.

Andile: Damn yi blood bath apha moc.

Me: Help me get rid of these bodies

bafethu.

Akhona: I see akho cameras apha, so akho

need yam to be getting rid of footages.
Me: Is the security guards dead?

Andile: Dead mfethu, all 3 of them.

Akhona: Yhr no, unga phinde cheat.e

dwag…

I sighed then they helped me with the

bodies, Bragadier also came in and helped.
I guess we have to wait until night fall to
destroy these bodies or dump them, fuck
and Mpumi might want nothing to do with
me. I just need to be the begging boyfriend
ngoba this is really my fault.

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YONDI MNDINI.
I just finished cooking dinner and
Luzelwande was babysitting his baby sister
and brother at the lounge, Bullet was
following after me everywhere I went.

Me: Bullet ufuna ntoni?

He barked once and I went to stand next to

his communicating device, he preseed the
hungry button and I chuckled walking back
to the kitchen to get him something to eat.
Just then Ezile walked in and he came to
me then gave me a hug and forehead kiss.

Ezile: Nkoskazi wam, uright?

Me: I’ve been stressed and worried…unjani

uMpumi? Did you get baby Alakhe…
Ezile: Mpumi is angry. Sive really messed
up baby, the baby was taken by the old
woman he slept with.

Me: Teddy called and told me, so is

Khululwa arrested?

Ezile: Nope, Mpumi killed her.

I sighed then blinked twice looking at his

chest, he made me look at him then pecked
my lips.

Me: I would’ve done the same. Don’t ever

cheat on me Ezile, ngoba I won’t kill the
woman but you.
Ezile: Baby I would never cheat on you.
You satify me baby, in every way possible
so why should I cheat?

Me: Anyways I cooked dinner, let me dish

up and wena go and shower sizotya. You
smell like fire…

He chuckled and kissed my neck making

me blush, he walked to our room and I went
to check on Junior and the twins in the
lounge. I found Imizamo sleeping on her
beanbag and Luzelwande watching
cartoons, while seated in thw middle of the
twins beanbags. I smiled looking at my
babies, if anything would ever happen to
them ndinga raka nyani shem and I would
burn the world.

[1 HOUR 30 MINUTES LATER.]

Ezile was watching me laying on the bed
while I wore my headwrap, he had this
smile on his face.

Me: Yintoni?

Ezile: Umhle baby, umhle into

engaqhelekiyo.

Me: Enkosi Guluva, I miss having sex with

you.

Ezile: We not rushing baby, we heal first

and then have sex once healed.

Me: Your mother gave me something that

will speed up my healing process down
there.
Ezile: I wonder yinto-

My ringing phone disturbed him from

talking, we frowned looking at it. Haibo who
could be calling at 22:00pm ebusuku? I
walked to my side of the bed and picked up
my phone answering it, I almost moaned
feeling Ezile massage me.

Me: Mamu Lugalo?

Maka Mpendulo: Hello sisi, sorry for calling

this time of the night but this couldn’t wait.

Me: Is everything okay?

Maka Mpendulo: Ndiyayazi you just gave
birth and as a woman, I know you have to
be with your kids but please ndicela uze
kwam ngomso.

Me: Ma what is going on?

Maka Mpendulo: You will find out xa

ulapha, please Yondi your presence is
needed.

Me: I will talk to my husband and see what I

can do.

Maka Mpendulo: Okay sisi, bye.

I bid my goodbyes and she hang up, Ezile

kissed my neck still massaging me.
Ezile: Yintoni?

Me: She wants me to go kwakhe ngomso, it

sound serious.

Ezile: Then go baby, I will look after the

twins.

Me: Ezile, I-

Ezile: Baby ndizoba grand, just go and hear

why you needed. You don’t want to regret
yourself for not going…

Me: I hope I won’t be staying for long. Yazi

you could hear the pain in her voice, losing
a child is not easy shem.
I moaned and tilt my head as he massage
me good, kissing my neck. Is this man
trying to make me horny? I turned to look at
him then smiled, he cocked his eyebrow
and I pushed him to lay back on the bed. If
we can’t have sex yet, then nothing is
stoping me from giving my man a mind
blowing and intensifying blowjob.

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MPUMI SIBEKO.
To say I was hurt would be a lie, I’m pained
deep in my heart and even though I got my
son back the pain of almost losing him for
his father being a manwhore devastates
me. I mean I spent hours in that labour
ward experience labour pains for this little
one, only for me to lose him to kak? Hayi,
no!

I smiled sadly looking at my son as I

breastfeed him, my very first fruit from my
womb.

Sive: Baby ndicela uthethe nam.

Me: Sive please ne? Sufuna ndiphambane

in front of our son.

Sive: But can you reassure me we will talk

after you put him to sleep?

Me: Andazi, I will see.

He sighed and I couldn’t even look at him,
had he not cheated on me then we wouldn’t
be hear. I smiled weakly looking my sucking
on my breast, he had his eyes closed and I
know if I remove the breast he will cry for it
so I let him be.

[40 MINUTES LATER.]

I put my son in the baby court we moved it
to our room, I don’t think I want him to ever
sleep in his nursery room again. Sive
looked at me and I sighed looking at him
too.

Me: I need a glass of wine, I will go and get

it.

Sive: No, let me go and get it.

He said standing up and leaving the room, I
shook my head looking into thin air. I don’t
regret killing Khululwa because she
threatened me using my innocent son, that
is absolute bullshit moc and if I would I’d kill
her again. The only person I feel bad for
killing is that maid, she didn’t deserve death
but I had to get rid of her since she saw too
much.

Minutes later, Sive came in with a bottle of

wine and a glass. I thanked him sitting on
the small chair in our room, while he sat on
the edge of the bed. I poured myself wine
then sipped it looking at him.

Me: What do you want us to talk about,

Sive?
Sive: About, Khululwa.

Me: What? You angry that I killed your

sugar mama…

Sive: Sthandwa sam, I wanted to apologize

yet again for what happened.

Me: You cheating or you putting our son’s

life at risk?

Sive: Both. I take the blame to everything,

had I not cheated on you none of this
would’ve happened.

I sighed then gulped the wine in the glass, I

have so much to say but nam andikho
innocent because I fucked his father twice.
Me: Yazi it confuses me, what did I lack for
you to cheat on me?

Sive: Nothing baby, I guess I just got

tempted.

Me: What happens if you get tempted again

in the near future? You will cheat and
scream “temptation”?

Sive: No, I will never hurt you like that

again…I swear.

Me: You already hurt me, but worry not I

forgive you again because andikho
innocent as well.
Sive: What do you mean?

Me: What I mean is the day I found you

riding, Khululwa…I went out there and
found a very good dick, old fucked me out
of my senses I went for round two. I don’t
blame you for fucking la mama, I guess
abantu abadala had that thing when it
comes to sex.

He looked at me clenching his jaws then

started to pace up and down, I smiled
leaning back on the chair.

Me: What…did I strike a nerve?

Sive: You cheated and you ask me lonto?!

Me: Sungxola, bruh. I cheated because you
cheated, I did it for revenge.

Sive: Who the fuck was it?

Me: Someone. I enjoyed it as much as you

enjoyed Khululwa and I don’t regret fucking
with la tata, he is a BEAST in bed.

Sive: Yazi ntoni, I’m going out for air before

I do something I will regret!

Me: Do that, sthandwa sam. I guess it’s true

when they say “men cheat but they don’t
want to be cheated on”.

He clucked his tongue and I giggled as he

stormed out the room, tshini he should think
thrice before cheating on me again. I raised
my glass of wine smiling, cheers to me.

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YONDI MNDINI.
I sighed as Ezile tied my afro in a neat bun,
he offered to do my hair because he loves
my afro.

Me: I’m thinking of cutting le afro, awutsho

wena baby?

Ezile: Hayi Sochum, don’t you dare do that.

Me: Hayi why?

Ezile: I would literally cry. I love your afro
baby, especially when you plait it in
cornrows.

Me: But I’m always wearing weave

installations njena?

Ezile: I get that but baby wam, hayi marn

please.

He kissed my neck and continued doing my

hair, he even asked me to teach him how to
lay some edges. I was wearing my grey
pleated skirt, my white plain turtleneck and
my Medusa Chain High Heel.

Ezile: Awusemhle, chomi!

Me: Enkosi, chomi!

Ezile: Let me fix your ring, so that bazobona
you are taken.

I giggled as he fixed my ring, I looked at his

wedding ring band and it looked really good
on him. I wonder if he will change it when
we have our white wedding, ngoba I know
that he will change mine esisbhanxa.
·
·
So that morning I drove Junior to creché
and Bullet to his daycare, before driving to
the Lugalo’s home. I’ve been wondering,
why am I needed? So moments later, I got
to Mpendulo’s parents house and I was
welcomed by one of his aunts at the door.
So his relatives are here and his lawyer…
Me: Kuthiwa I was needed?

Lawyer: Yes, Yondi. Please have a seat…

I nod and Mpendulo’s mother pat next to

her making space for me to sit, I sat and
she held my hand squeezing it then smiled.
Some of the relatives were looking at me
and I just kept a straight face. The lawyer
started to read out Mpendulo’s will, he
shared his all assets, money, cars amongst
his kids and parents but ndi confused uba
why am I here? Because will reading is a
family thing moc and I’m not family.
Mpendulo was rich moc ngoba he left his
parents and kids with millions, but the kids
will only get their money once they turn 18.

Lawyer: Now the last on the Will, I’m about

to switch on the projector.
He did his thing and we silently watched,
Mpendulo appeared on the screen smiling
then his mother cried gripping my hand. I
hugged her comforting also feeling
emotional.

Mpendulo: This is Mpendulo Lugalo,

unyana ka Zamabucwa and Nomsa. I will
be gone when you watch this, but I know for
sure that ndiyi legend and I will be leaving a
humongous mark. One of those marks is
Media Ink, my very own company with very
determined and hardworking employees.

I smiled holding my tears while comforting

his sobbing mother, his father was trying to
keep himself strong while looking at the
screen. His other relatives were silently
watching the screen, his kids weren’t here
and I wonder baphi.

Mpendulo: There is one certain employee,

everyone knows that she is my favourite.
She has taken my company to the highest
levels/ranks, she is more like a sister to
me…Yondi Mndini is her name.

The lawyer smiled looking at me, I let my

tears fall looking at the screen.

Mpendulo: Even my parents know that

Yondi is all that I bragged about, after my
kids of course.

Chuckles erupted in the room, I quickly

wiped my tears smiling.
Mpendulo: Yondi knows uba I always
fought the fact that she will retire at
company, when she started her own
business ndandi gowa nyan ngoba I
thought she would leave Media Ink, but she
never did. We have been through a lot mna
naye, yes I was an ass to her sometimes
but all bosses have those days. Otherwise
mandinga tsali izinto, I’m doing this video
with witnesses around…a judge from the
high court, my father and my lawyer.

The camera person showed his witnesses

that were there.

Mpendulo: I’m leaving my company to

Yondi Mndini, I trust her with building my
legacy. I know that with her in charge of
Media Ink, I will rest in peace…other things
will be discussed by my lawyer with her in
the presence of my parents. Yondi, yayazi
ndathi kuwe “you will be part of Media Ink,
kude kuyovalwa” and I meant every word.
Please continue making me proud ngoku
naxa ndikwi afterlife and take good care of
my company. Knowing how stubborn you
are you won’t agree to this, I told my lawyer
if you don’t agree they should lockdown
Media Ink until you agree. All the
employees daily bread will depend on your
“Yes, ndiyavuma” so ke sisi, vuma
ngenkani nono…I love you, mntase. I love
my kids and I love my parents, sharp.

The video ended and I sat there in disbelief,

this is something I wasn’t expecting at all.
Mpendulo’s mother made me face her then
wiped my tears, everyone else was silently
looking at us.
Me: I can’t believe he left his company to
me…

Maka Mpendulo: He trusted you, I know it’s

too much but please accept this Yondi.

Lawyer: You have to accept it Yondi, yayazi

that Mpendulo really trusted you.

Taka Mpendulo: Yeap. I know ucinga you

taking from us, but you not. Mpendulo
already left us with too much to last us for a
lifetime, accept this please.

Aunt 1: Why would Mpendulo trust a

stranger? Couldn’t he choose one of his
cousins to-
Maka Mpendulo: Thule wena! Thula ngoba
you have no say in this! You all never cared
about Mpendulo, now suddenly you care
about him xa efile ngoba you were hoping
to gain something? Hayi rhaa marn.

She clucked her tongue and I sat there still

in shock, haibo Mpendulo did the
unexpected. My mind was debating with me
if I should take this or not? But if I don’t say
yes, the company will be on lockdown and
my colleagues will be unemployed until I
agree and that is not fair. Tjooo this is too
much!

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YONDI MNDINI.
So I agreed to be in charge of Media Ink,
the lawyer said we will meet sometime next
week so I can officially sign some papers.
And also to announce that I will be the new
captain of the ship, to the rest of my
colleagues. I was standing outside near my
car with the lawyer and Mpendulo’s
parents.

Me: Ma, nawe tata…are you sure you both

fine with this?

Them: Yes we are.

Maka Mpendulo: Yondi do not worry about

us, we are fine.
Me: But this is-

Taka Mpendulo: Yondi…please, we are

actually happy you are the one who will run
Media Ink. We know that what our son build
is left in perfect hands.

I nod my head and the lawyer discussed

some few things, I told him I was still on
maternity leave and other things we will
discuss when my maternity leave is over.
For now I will try communicating with him
through virtual calls, fuck this is so
overwhelming.

[AT HOME.]
I found Ezile drinking the breastmilk I had
pumped for the twins before leaving, I
frowned looking at him and my sleeping
babies.

Me: Wenzani, Ezile?

Ezile: Baby, uhmm…ndi-

Me: Why would you drink breastmilk? You

nasty!

Ezile: Imnandi njena and the twins don’t

mind sharing with, daddy.

Me: Hayi sies Guluva, rhaa.

He chuckled and came to kiss me, I smiled

then he pulled my hand to take a seat on
the couch next to him. He went on his
knees removing my heels…

Ezile: So how did it go, baby?

Me: Tjoo Guluva, it wasn’t what I expected.

Ezile: Xelela indoda yakho, what happened

kaloku?

I giggled the told him everything that

happened, while he gave my feet some
rubs. He was also shocked but claimed that
I deserve all the good things happening to
me.

[2 HOURS LATER.]
I just finished packing the dishes we used
for eating lunch after washing them, Ezile
was now in his study going through some
paperwork. Once I was done in the kitchen,
I went to the lounge and found Imizamo still
asleep but Kukhanya wide awake looking
around.

Me: Hello, my baby…hello.

He smiled as I picked him up kissing his

lips, I sniffed him he smells so good. I took
out my breat then put the nippile in his
mouth, he looked me in the eye sucking
hard on my breast. I smiled tracing my hand
on his baby hair, this over here is what you
call bonding with your baby. Moments later,
I burped him and played checked his diaper
before playing with him a bit.
Me: Theni wena ufana no tatakho? Yabona
Imizamo ufana nam yena?

He smiled opening his mouth as if he wants

to talk back, I love my babies bethuna. I
make very adorable babies with uGuluva
wam, a knock came through the door and I
went to open.

Teddy: Hello!

Me: Teddy bear, unjani?

Teddy: I’m perfect. Haibo awumhle,

uswenkele uhlala endlini mfazi.

Me: No actually, I went to visit abazali ka

Mpendulo. Wel they asked me to go
phaya…
He gave me the gift bags and I took them,
while he walked to wash and sanitize his
hands. He came back in the lounge and
picked up Kukhanya, kissing him.

Teddy: Baby girl makavuke, aunty Teddy is

here.

Me: Worse kudala elele, ngathi uzobu

thanda ubuthongo lo.

Teddy: So uthi ubuyephi?

Me: Kwa Mpendulo. But promise me what

I’m about to tell you will stay between us,
until everything is finalised?
Teddy: I promise, babes. Zithini?

I chuckled then offered him something to

drink, he asked for wine and I got it for him
then told him what went down kwa
Mpendulo. He smiled excitedly looking at
me..

Teddy: So you telling me that you the boss

of Media Ink?

Me: Not yet, but shocking right?

Teddy: Uhh nope! Actually that is very

amazing! Very awesome, Mpendulo really
loved you moc.
Me: I guess, but ndine worry about being
bewitched ngoba soome of his relatives
weren’t happy.

Teddy: Hayisuka! You chill, mntase nothing

will happen.

Me: I hope so ngoba I’d hate to kill

someone for bewitching me.

We laughed then Imizamo woke up, I took

her as she started to cry then breastfeed
her.

Teddy: Chomi ekudala yafuna uncancisa!

Me: Mamela! My man finds it very sexy

when I breastfeed.
Teddy: He should, tshini.

Me: Ude wanjani uMpumi? I should give her

a call.

Teddy: She was so hurt, Sive really messed

up.

Me: I hate it when one of our friends go

through shit.

Teddy: I know right…so I need your

suggestions.

Me: I’m listening.

Teddy: Akhona wants me to tell him where
we should go for our honeymoon, and
ndixakiwe.

I smiled looking at him, I’m really happy this

one found his happily ever after too.

Me: You always told me you wanted to go

to Maldives.

Teddy: Maldives and maybe New York

after.

Me: That is your decision to make, honey.

Teddy: Wena do you know where you

would go for your honeymoon?
Me: Ezile and I were planning to go to
Florida, Greece or Bali once we have our
white wedding.

Teddy: Okay, mna ndifuna both Maldives

and New York.

Me: Wayigqiba mali ka AK!

We laughed and continued talking and

chatting, Ezile even ordered us something
to munch on…he is such a darling!

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NIKITHA FANATHI.
I frowned looking at bhuti Abulele’s car
parked in front of my school, we came out
early today and my guess is he saw that on
my status. My friends looked at me and I
sighed.

Sinako: Hayi peto, isn’t that your brother-in-

law?

Me: It is sarna and ndi sure he was

probably sent to pick me up.

Alisa: Kawusi celele lift nathi, chomi.

Me: Wait apha, I will go and run this by him.

Just then my phone vibrated and it was a

text message from him, telling me to come
to the car he is awaiting on me. I walked to
the car and went to his side of the window,
he rolled down the window and his cologne
hit me. I looked at him and he was wearing
sunglasses and he had a new haircut.

Abulele: Ngena emotweni kaloku.

Me: My friends would like you to drop them

at the bus station.

Abulele: Banga ngxoli ke apha, andivani ne

ngxolo.

I giggled then gave him my bag, before

going to call my friends and Sinako started
to fix herself. I smiled getting in the
passengers seat, while my friends sat at the
backseat and obviously they greeted.
·
·
After dropping my friends at the bus stop,
bhuti Abulele drove me to his house and I
didn’t bother asking him questions. We got
to his house and he parked his car in the
driveway, before we walked to the front
door.

Abulele: Tell me how was your day?

Me: It was great ngoba siphume ngo

11:00am, futhi why did you fetch me?

Abulele: I missed you. Don’t you?

Me: Bhuti Abulele, I told you long ago that

we can’t do this anymore and what we did
was a total mistake.
Abulele: Nam ke I heard you, but ndiyaku
khumbula.

I sighed as he pulled me to him looking at

me in the eye, my heart raced and trust me
I felt like ridinv him right away.

Me: We can’t do this.

Abulele: We can’t?

Me: Yes, we can’t. I’m not cheating on my

boyfriend again…

Abulele: Okay, ndizoku yeka.

He moved away from me and walked to his

room, I cussed under my breath feeling my
wet vagina. I walked to the lounge and sat
on the couch then tuned in some TV, my
phone rang and it was Khuselo.

Me: Hey, babe.

Khuselo: Baby, I’m going out of town with

my father for the next coming hours so
don’t be angry if you won’t hear from me.

Me: Ohh, your mom told me already.

Khuselo: You and my mom are that close,

huh?

Me: She always text me to check up on me,

I guess she likes me.
His father called him on the background
and we bid our goodbyes, just as bhuti
Abulele came in the lounge holding his T-
shirt. I end the call and looked at him only in
his grey sweatpants, I could literally see his
erected cock! He threw the T-shirt at me
and I catched it looking at him.

Abulele: Where that for the hours you will

be here.

Me: Why?

Abulele: Just so you can be comfortable, I

will order something to eat.

I nod and walked to his room the tool of my

uniform, I wore his black T-shirt over my
matching lace undies. I chuckled looking at
how short the T-shirt is before walking out
his room barefoot.

Abulele: Okay, look at you.

Me: Did you really have to give me the

shortest T-shirt?

Abulele: It looks good on you njena,

dabawo wabantwana baka sister wam.

I rolled my eyes and thanked him as be

handed me a glass of juice, we sat on the
kitchen conter stools chatting while we
waited for the food to be delivered. The
food got here then we ate.

[MOMENTS LATER.]
We were in his bed cuddling, my head on
his warm chest while I was texting back and
forth with my friends.

Abulele: So should I watch you chatting ne

chomi zakho?

Me: Wena why are you looking?

Abulele: Ndithanda indaba, tshini!

I giggled then logged out of WhatsApp,

throwing my phone on the pedestal before
looking at him.

Me: What do you really want from me?

Abulele: What do you think?

I looked him in his eyes as we laid
comfortably on the bed, I got on top of him
then slowly kissed him grinding on him. I
could feel his erection grow hard, so I
pulled out the kiss leaving trails of kiss on
his chest down to his torso. I pulled down
his pants and his dick sprung out.

Me: Just make sure you don’t rip me ke.

Abulele: I can’t guarantee that.

He groaned as I started to swirl my tongue

on the tip of his dick before taking his rod in
my mouth. He fisted my hair and grunt as I
pleasured him with my mouth, look at me
being a pornstar for my brother-in-law.
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SIVE NODLINGA.
To say that I’m angry then andazi, I mean
I’m furious because Mpumi fucked another
man. Ndayazi I have no right to be angry
but the thought of my woman, praising
another man’s fuck game is just infuriating.

Me: Mpumi so how do you feel after fucking

omnye umntu?

Mpumi: I feel very fine, ngoba I did it

knowing that nawe you fucked omnye
umntu.
Me: So you don’t feel guilty?

Mpumi: Not at all.

Me: Mxm, I will be in the guestroom. If

ndilele ecaleni kwakho, I will end up fucking
you up.

Mpumi: Hamba bhuti, it was fun and games

when you were doing it.

I clucked my tongue then walked to the

ensuite to take a shower, then after shower
I’m definitely going to sleep in the
guestroom.

[FOLLOWING MORNING.]
I woke up with a headache, relationships
can be stressful and it could kill one. I want
to meet my father and vent to him, maybe
he will give me some good advice on how
to handle all this. I went to the main
bedroom and found Mpumi and Alakhe
wide awake, she was breastfeeding him
and I greeted.

Mpumi: So uzoqumba kude kube nini?

Me: Sundibuza kaka, Nompumelelo.

Mpumi: Tjoo okay ke.

Me: You do realize you bruised my ego? I

mean imagine your girlfriend telling you
how a old man fucked her good.
Mpumi: At least you didn’t find me riding
him, the way I found you sweating and
grunting fucking a old woman.

That comeback made me silent, I sighed

then walked to the ensuite take a shower
and prepare for my day. I won’t be long at
the office todag because, I have to meet my
father and vent to him.
·
·
I was busy typing and checking out some
paperwork in my office at work, when my
P.A knocked and came in with a delivery
man.

Me: What is this?

Shantel: This is the delivery man sir, he had
this for you.

Me: I never made any orders.

Delivery man: This is from Ms. Mpumi

Sibeko.

I told my P.A to leave and she did, I stood

up and approached the delivery guy then
took my delivery before signing where I had
to.

Me: Sharp, sarni.

He walked out and I looked at the wrapped

up small box, I chuckled then unwrapped it.
I smiled seeing “Rolex” written on the box,
with a note on top on the box.
Note: “Nxibe le rolex, I’m sure when you
wearing uzoyazi uba you must be home
before 19:00 uzotya impumdi ze sthandwa
sakho.”

I bit my lower lip laughing, I wonder when

did she even buy this watch? Mpumi has a
way of making me angry, then sooth me
also. I took off the old Rolex watch I was
wearing, then wore my new Rolex watch
smiling.

[LATER THAT AFTERNOON.]

I drove to my father’s workplace and just
walked to his office, the receptionist know I
don’t bother addressing her about seeing
my father. I frowned stumbling into Mpumi
getting out of my father’s office, I looked at
her frowning then she smiled.
Me: What are you doing here?

Mpumi: I’m here to see your father, to ask

him and your stepmother to babysit Alakhe
for tonight.

Me: Ohhh, Mpumi-

Mpumi: Hayi, hayi. I was on my way out, so

ndicela udlula.

I made way for her and she walked pass

me, I looked at my father then he chuckled
looking at me.

Tata: Trouble in paradise?

Me: I fucked up, taima.

Tata: Wanna talk about it?

I got in closed the door and sat down on the

seat opposite his, then started to tell him
about my relationship problems. He was
listening attentively and he looked at me
gobsmacked when I told him, Mpumi was
fucked by some old guy and she claimed he
fucked her good. I mean I don’t blame him
for being shocked, he gulped his bottle of
water then started to advice me like I
wanted.

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BUSI NTLONGO.
I looked at my husband play soccer with our
sons outside the yard, I had our 2 months
old daughter on my back. Yes I gave birth
to a baby girl, her name is Awona and she
looks like her father and little brothers.

Me: Khazimla!

Khazimla: Mama!

Me: Wena and your brother come and eat

ngoku!

Kwanda: But we still playing, mama!

Me: Ntlantla talk to your kids tuu! I don’t

have all day mna.
Lucky chuckled then spoke to his sons,
they came running in the house and I told
them to wash their hands. Lucky came to
me then kissed me, taking Awona from my
back.

Lucky: Can’t wait for her and Imizamo to be

best friends.

Me: So you don’t apologize for last night?

Lucky: Ntliziyo yam funeke ndi apologize,

for fucking my woman na?

Me: You tore me, Lucky and I’m still in pain.

Lucky: I will kiss it better tonight ke-

Me: Forget it! Rhaa uyadika, ndoda yomntu.

I said thag walking away from him making

him laugh, last night he almost killed me.
He fucked me and I even farted a couple of
times during our sex session, but that didn’t
stop he kept going and tjoo!
·
·
I looked at Khazimla who had this innocent
look on his face, I closed my laptop halfway
then looked at him.

Me: What Khazimla?

Khazimla: Can we visit, Luzelwande?

Me: Maybe Junior can come here for the
weekend.

Twins: COOL!

They fist bumped and I laughed, I would

take the twins to Yondi’s, she loves them to
death. In fact she love all our kids as her
friends to death, she spoils them too much
but now the twins cannot go and visit her
since she just gave birth few days ago. So
maybe I should call her and ask her to allow
Junior, to come and sleepover here.

Me: Let us go and check what your father

and sister are up to?

Khazimla: When will Awona, call me “bhuti”.

Me: When she starts talking.

I chuckled and held their hands going to

their sister’s nusery room, we found Lucky
playing some nursery rhymes on a
Bluetooth speaker dancing for his daughter.
I found myself laughing at how he mimicked
some childlike dance moves, ndine hlanya
le ndoda shem. The twins joined in on the
fun while I stood by the door laughing.

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LIYEMA LOKO.
I was in my office at the hospital, busy with
a patient.
Me: Sisipho uthi you experiencing
symptoms?

Sisipho: Yes, it’s been weeks.

Me: Can you please take me through those

symptoms?

Sisipho: Nausea, migraines, vomiting and

weight gain.

Me: Do you have sexual intercourse?

Sisipho: Yes, yes I do.

I nod and smiled holding her hands over the

table.
Me: I believe that you having pregnancy
sym-

Sispho: What! No, I can’t be pregnant.

Me: I get you scared. Nam, I’m just

assuming njee but…I will refer you to the
hospital Gynecologist.

Sisipho: You don’t understand, if I’m

pregnant then this will baby will be the
reminder of betrayal.

Me: Meaning?

Sisipho: I was having an affair with my

sister’s husband for months now, she
caught us few days ago but weirdly forgave
us. The husband told me he wants nothing
to do with me, and I don’t want him to think
I got pregnant purposely.

Me: First confirm the pregnancy at the

gynecologist, then if you it’s not pregnancy
come back to me so we can run some few
test and see what’s wrong.

She nod her head then I told her where to

go from here, she thanked me and left my
office. A nurse came in telling me
something is wrong with one of my patients,
I quickly ran to the patient’s ward and found
him all pale.

Me: No, no! Get me the cart quickly!

I started to perform CPR on him as the one
nurse ran out, I’ve never experienced losing
a patient to death so if that happens I would
be hurt.

Me: Come on Sam, you can’t die.

One of the doctor’s came in and I told him

to take over the compressions, while I stood
near the nurse with the defibrillator to
prepare charging.

Me: Okay, clear…

Doctor: I think his dead-

Me: I said clear!

He moved away and I quickly shocked my
patient, but nothing this is not happening!

Me: Perform compressions again, I’m

charging to 200.

The nurse did as told and I cleared again,

shocking my patient but no response.

Doctor: Liyema, you have to call it.

Me: Shut up!

Doctor: Liyema, the guy is dead don’t do

this.

I slowly looked at my dead patient then

sighed feeling weak and useless, I looked
at the doctor then nod before looking at the
time.

Me: Time of death, 20:30pm…please get

me his details so I can call his family.

Nurse: On it.

The doctor stood next to me and tried

touching me, but I quickly hurried out the
ward going to my office. I need some time
alone to gather all this, how will I even
begin to beak the news about his death to
his family?
·
·
So 3 hours later, I managed to tell the
patients family about his death and they
were devasted. I haven’t been okay since
then, I just want to go home and drink wine
then sleep. My door opened and one of the
doctor’s came in.

Me: Please doc James, if you here to pity

me don’t.

James: I’m just here to make sure you

won’t sedate because of pain.

I looked at him then we shared a brief

laugh, he sat down opposite me and I
looked at him.

Me: I feel useless, I chose this career

because I want to save lives but today a
patient of mine died under my care.
James: It’s not your fault, it was his time
after all and you couldn’t prevent that.

Me: I just want my shift to end so I can go

home and drown myself with wine.

James: Make sure you rest, you’ve been

here for 2 days and you didn’t get sleep.

Me: My shifts and the surgeries I’ve been

performing, needed me here.

James: I get that but get some rest, you

need it because you looked wrecked right
now.

I nod my head then sighed, being a doctor

is just the pits sometimes but I love my job.
[AT HOME.]
I got home at 13:00pm in the afternoon the
following day, hoping to sleep and rest but
instead I got a call from my father about a
meeting we have as a family. FUCK! So all
I did was to take a warm shower, lotioned
and wore my comfortable clothes before
driving to my parents house for this
meeting.

As soon as I got there, my mother

welcomed me by the door looking nervous.

Me: Mama, yintoni?

Mama: Lukholo and his parents are here.

Me: Oh? They the ones calling this
meeting?

Mama: Lukholo is…iza ngena, darling.

I exhaled then walked to where everyone

was, I greeted and they respond before I
sat down next to my father who held my
hand. I looked at Lukholo and he had a
serious face.

Me: What is this about?

Lukholo: I had to call this meeting apha

kokwenu, ngoba I knew that if I called it at
my parents you wouldn’t come.

Me: I’m tired, I want to sleep so get to the

point.
Lukholo: I want you to sign her parental
rights to me.

Our parents gasped in shock and I

chuckled looking at this fool, yinja etheni na
le?

Me: Askies andiva?

Maka Lukholo: Lukholo what nonsense are

you spewing?!

Me: Ma, komyeke athethe ndifuna umva

kakuhle isizathu sakhe.
Lukholo: I want Liyema to sign her parental
rights to me, because I won’t put my
daughter’s life in risk.

Me: What risk?

Lukholo: Ujola ne gintsa, Liyema! A well-

known feared gangster and-

Me: I’ve been with Nkosi for what? More

than 4 months and you only have concerns
now? Hayi sundinyela Lukholo, I won’t sign
any parental rights if you looking for
attention go to some club and fuck some
bitch or something.

Tata: LIYEMA! Respect iyephi?

Me: Xolweni bantu abadala, ndishiywe ngu
msindo.

I stood up then looked at the parents.

Me: I had a rough 3 days at work, haven’t

slept in those 3 days and I need some
sleep. So le ithethwa ngu Lukholo won’t
happen, he can go and jump on the nearest
hellhole if he wants. Ndicela uyolala…

I said that and walked out the lounge going

to my room here in my parents house, I
won’t be able to drive to my house again
feeling this tired. Tshini imagine njee the
shit Lukholo just said, hayi yanya la bhuti
tshini!
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YONDI MNDINI.
I was in my husband’s study while he was
chilling with the twins and my stepbrother in
the lounge. Well I was on video call with
Mpendulo’s father and his lawyer,
discussing this thing of me being the new
owner of MEDIA INK.

Taka Mpendulo: I’m glad you agreed Yondi,

ndi sure Mpendulo is smiling wherever he
is.

Me: I’m still in disbelief really. He mentioned

something about other things being
discussed privately?
Lawyer: Ohh yes, he was planning on
opening a small intern company for
journalists and more people in your field.

Me: Okay?

Lawyer: He already got a building,

purchased it but it has to be cleaned,
renovated and named.

Me: And I have to be part of that too?

Lawyer: You are the new owner after all.

Me: Not officially. But, I still have newborns

and all this is too much.
Taka Mpendulo: You can take your time
Yondi, there is no rush.

Me: Thank you, tatu Lugalo.

Lawyer: So about the intern company

name?

Me: Media Ink Interns, will be very fine.

They both smiled and nod, I was told that

once I’m ready I will have to sign papers
that state I’m the new owner and CEO of
Media Ink and the Intern company that will
open.

Me: Before ending this meeting, is it okay if

I had a press confress outside Media Ink
addressing me being the new owner?
Taka Mpendulo: Ohh that will be wonderful.

Me: I will keep you both updated. I need to

address it ngoba, I know how people
especially journalists can be curious.

Lawyer: True that, nawe you a journalist so

and curious.

Me: Well sometimes…

We shared a laugh then bid goodbyes, I

sighed standing up then walked out of the
study. I need to prepare something to eat
for my husband and bhuti Abulele, before
they say I’m starving them. I smiled
appearing in the lounge, they were drinking
beer watching soccer and twins were fast
asleep on their beanbags.

Me: Ndi sure you two are hungry?

Them: Starving!

Me: I will get you guys something to munch

on, before I prepare the main course to eat.

They nod their heads not looking at me but

the soccer game, I rolled my eyes then
went to the kitchen to prepare them
something. Now that I will be owning Media
Ink, I have to have a timetable and balance
my time for my family and work ngoba there
is also Unity House. I have no stress about
finding a nanny for the babies ngoba, my
mother-in-law offered to babysit them
during the week once me and my hubby are
back at work. I thank the support system I
have around me oko, bless them all.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°

THE JOURNALIST.

A MONTH LATER….

INSERT 230.
YONDI MNDINI.
I have been busy lately preparing for the
press conference that will be happening
tomorrow at Media Ink, but I always made
sure that I have time for my family.
Bragadier even has a little potbelly and he
is glowing, umntu uthi he won’t go to gym
he will flaunt his potbelly just to show
abantu that yena he is happy and relevant
in his marriage. The twins are growing and
now we could clearly see that our daughter
looks so much like me and Kukhanya is a
duplicate of Ezile and Luzelwande.

Ezile: Baby wam! Yhuuu Luzelwande and

his friends is having a blast outside.

Me: Ndifuna bangene bazotya ke.

Ezile: Yeka abantwana baxhume kwi

jumping castle wethu!

Me: Seems like nawe, you were jumping

with them. Telling by your breathing
patterns.
Ezile: I mean ndine right to jump on it nam,
I mean I hired it baby.

I smiled looking at him shaking my head, he

came closer to me and gave me a kiss. It’s
Sunday and our friends are coming over for
a Sunday Braai, but since Friday I had a
little creché here…Iphemna, Luniko,
Khazimla and Kwanda came to visit Junior
for the weekend. Bragadier has been
spoiling them to the extent of hiring a
jumping castle for them, I can’t believe this
same Bragadier once hated kids and called
them “Tikoloshe” but I guess after he had
his own kids things changed.

Ezile: Izobayi full house today, pity our

parents borrowed the twins to visit them.

Me: Do you think the twins miss us?

Ezile: Maybe. But I can guarantee you, I
miss them.

Me: Know what else I miss?

Ezile: What, baby?

I gently grabbed his dick then sucked his

lower lip, he groaned as I ran my hand on
his dick.

Ezile: Later on allow me to dlakaza you?

Me: Anything for you hubby.

Ezile: Ogqiba you wonder why ndi gain.a

weight? You satisfy me mfondini!
Me: Utsho ne?

Ezile: In every department, baby. Uyi best

wife nje, you deserve a best wife award.

Me: Ha.ana, Guluva wam…

I said that blushing hiding my face on his

chest, he wrapped his arms around me
kissing the top of my head.

Ezile: Unditya dick yam ide ibe numb-

Me: Ezile, marn!

Ezile: Nyani njena, Sochuma. I love you,
sthandwa sam and uthando lwam for wena
keeps expanding every second of the day.

Me: Uyitye yonke love portion ka, Yondi

Mndini baby.

Ezile: Yonke tjoo!

We shared a laugh then kissed before he

went back to the kids, I sighed smiling like a
retard. This man is my dream come true
and I’m happy to be his and him, being
mine.

[FEW HOURS LATER.]

Our friends were here and we all were
having fun, the kids were playing in the
playroom. I noticed that there was a bit
tension between Mpumi and Sive, and
Teddy being him decided to address it.

Teddy: Yintoni nina? We busy laughing and

having fun, nina y’all have tension.

Sive: Andithi Mpumi was fucking a old man,

and she still is.

The gents: What?

Sive: Yhr only problem is that andimazi lo

tata atyana naye, but when I find him
kuzonyiwa nje!

Busi: Okay, can we just enjoy this day

without drama?
Akhona: Maybe I can help you find this
man.

Me: Hayi, Akhona that won’t be necessary.

Mpumi and Sive should just sit down and
talk, iron out their issues.

Sive: Ubufebe is not an issue,

Mafungwashe. It’s pure disgust!

Mpumi: Ohh yet wena ngoku ubufeba it

wasn’t?

Sive: Ndiyavuma I did and you had your

revenge, but ngoku you still fucking lomntu
and it’s not justifying anything!
Siyakha: Okay, stop! There are kids in the
house and we can’t attract them with this
commotion.

I looked at Bragadier and he shrugged

looking at me, why is he enjoying this.

Me: Can I talk to Mpumi, privately?

Teddy: Do that Yondi and make sure you

talk some sense into her, before I smack
the hoeness out of her.

Me: Mpumi?

Mpumi: Okay, we can talk.

I stood up taking my glass of wine with me,
Ezile had to spank my ass while I walked
away yadika le ndoda. Mpumi and I walked
to one of the guestrooms, we sat on the
bed silently.

Me: Babes what is going on?

Mpumi: A lot is Yondi, a lot…

Me: Shhh it’s okay, I’m here.

I gave her a hug as she sobbed so

painfully, I hate it when people I love go
through bad things honestly. When she
calmed down she chuckled sadly.

Mpumi: Sive is busy calling me a hoe, but

he created this part of me.
Me: Create it how?

Mpumi: Had he not cheat on me with that

old woman, I wouldn’t have cheat on him
with his father.

Me: What?!

I looked at her shocked, what the fuck is

Nompumelelo saying right now? Ndi sure
ndive wrong, I stood up and started to pace
up and down.

Me: I’m sure I heard wrong, le wine inoba

isentloko njee.
Mpumi: Yondi, you didn’t hear wrong. I
fucked with Sives’s father, not once but
twice.

Me: Nompumelelo, you-

I quickly sat down on the bed next to her

again speechless.

Me: Why would do that?

Mpumi: Sive hurt me, I did it the day I found

him cheating and I did it again when I went
to apologize to his father.

Me: How did you feel after fucking his

father? Better…
She looked at me then swallowed, I sighed
then shook my head.

Me: I get that you were hurt, but fucking his

father was such a low blow. It’s his
FATHER, what happens when he finds out
you fucked his father? Will live with the fact
that you ruined their father and son
relationship?

Mpumi: I was hurt, I wasn’t thinking.

Me: Even the second time you did it?

Khona why did his father allow-

I sighed then looked ahead not knowing

how to put words, tjoo hayibo Mpumi
shocked me.
Mpumi: Does this mean you will tell him?

Me: I won’t tell him, ngoba I don’t want you

to blame me when he does something bad
to you after finding out.

Mpumi: I won’t tell him.

Me: So who is it you cheating on him with

now?

Mpumi: Some Tswana guy, Sive thinks he

is old ngoba I made him believe lonto.

Me: You realize you just opened a grave for

lomntu? Ngoba Sive will find out about him,
you have a GPS implant and it’s easy for
Akhona to track where you’ve been recently
ngoba he is a fucken I.T GOD!
Mpumi: I will break things off with the guy.

Me: Do that Mpumi, fix things with uSive

ngoba as much as you hurting him…you
also hurting yourself.

I stood up then left her in the guestroom, I

have no right to judge but what she is doing
is unbelievable. I went back to the others
and joined them, Ezile kissed my neck then
seconds later Mpumi came back and sat
next to Sive. I sighed as everyone looked at
me.

Me: What?

Akhona: Did your friend tell you who she is

cheating on my friend with?
Me: Ask her nanku moc uyambona. Even if
she did ungena phi, Akhona?

Nkosi: Please Yondi, we need to know

ngoba-

Me: You want to kill the guy? And what will

you gain from that, will killing him unfuck
Mpumi? When your friend cheated on
Mpumi, nenza ntoni? Namqwabel izandla
andithi…

Ezile: Baby, calm down.

Me: Then don’t question me ke, nanku

Mpumi she can talk moc.
I drank my wine and Ezile caressed my
thigh under the table, nxx had Sive not
cheat naye ndi sure Mpumi wasn’t going to
turn out like this. The ladies tried changing
thw topic to something more less intense,
just hope Mpumi will make good decisions
about all this.

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MPUMI SIBEKO.
I was afraid that Akhona will really track
down where I was recently and they will get
ahold of Karabo, the Tswana guy I’ve been
busy with. The time 21:00pm at night and
we were back home but Sive was not
talking to me.
Me: Sive can we talk?

Sive: I will talk to you once you tell me who

you fucking with.

Me: Why? You want to hurt him…

Sive: Andithi nawe you killed Khululwa? So

why can’t I hurt lo wakho and then all is
well.

Me: I killed Khululwa because he kidnapped

our son, did her death hurt you?

Sive: Don’t try and make this about me. I

cheated you with one guy, but wena
wahamba wayofeba with 2 men?!
Me: Because Sive, you turned me into this
person! Have you ever thought about my
feelings? The trust we had broke the day
you fucked that old woman, you broke me
Sive and you never once asked me about
my feelings!

Sive: I al-

Me: No let me finish talking! You embarrass

me in front of our friends, dishing out
ingxaki zethu making me a bad person.
That tells me that you have no respect for
our relationship, it shows me you don’t love
me anymore. So I will make things easy for
you, I’m breaking up with you.

Sive: Intoni?
Me: Undivile, you heard me well Sive!

I was about to leave the room but I heard a

gun cocking, I stopped then turned around
slowly looking at him as he strood a bit far
pointing his gun at me.

Me: And now you pointing guns at me?

Sive: I told you that mna and wena,

sohlukaniswa kukufa Mpumi.

Me: Ndibulale ke Sive, uzibulale nawe

ngoba I’m tired of this toxic relationship.

Sive: Mpumi, we not breaking up yandiva?

We will get through this as a couple…
Me: How? Andithi you managed to tell our
friends about our issues!

I sobbed then sat down on the floor rocking

my body back and forth, with my head
between my legs. I felt him hugged me and
pull me to his chest while seated next to
me, I love him but he just hurt me.

Sive: I love you, sthandwa sam. I know that

I flopped big time, I know that you will find it
hard to trust me but don’t leave me.

Me: Why would you hurt me, Sive? I hate

being made a clown and fool, claiming that
you love me but you have the audacity of
riding some other woman…
Sive: I’m sorry…yayazi andikho good kwi
apologies but please, give us a chance to
love again? I will get us a couple therapy
just to fix things.

I put my hands over my face then sobbed, it

feels like my heart is empty njee. I love him
kakhulu and sometimes I ask myself why
does love hurt? We sat on the floor
comforting each other crying in each other’s
arms, well at least we didn’t physically hurt
each other this time we managed to just
speak.

°°°STORIES BY STRANGER°°°

THE JOURNALIST.

INSERT 231.
YONDI MNDINI.
The day of the press conference is finally
here and I can’t wait for it to be over, it’s
around 15:00pm in the afternoon so I had
plenty of time to prepare.

Me: Guluva yazi I can’t believe, I own

Media Ink.

Ezile: Better believe it ke baby wam, we

both have a long day ahead of us.

Me: You have a busy day at work?

Ezile: Nope, I’m meeting up with our fathers

just to finalize something.

Me: Okay, that is cool I guess.

Ezile: But worry not, no matter what we will
be watching your live press conference.

Me: I woulf really appreciate that. Teddy

even went as far as doing a little office cosy
party, just to honour Mpendulo.

Ezile: Ndimazi uTeddy ngothanda izinto.

Hope he invited the guy’s parents…

Me: Yeah he did.

I sighed and he helped me choose an outfit

for today, the twins were still at his parents
and we definitely fetching them today after
work. Luzelwande is at creché, Bullet is at
the dog daycare do it’s just me and my man
preparing for our days today.
·
·
Around 10:00am I drove to my makeover
appointment, I really needed to have a
good makeover njee.

Me: Hey sisi, I’m here for my makeover

appointment.

Receptionist: Ohh you can go through, you

will find the team down the corridor.

I smiled then thanked her before walking

away, this some fancy salon and it just
opened. I wanted to try it out because
people were praising it, I walked to where I
was directed and got assisted. Gays were
the ones behind this glamorous salon and I
have no doubt uba they will glamour me
real good.

Gay 1: Hey Yondi, such an honour to have

you here at our salon.

Me: The honor is mine.

Gay 1: Call me Sweety, ohh you drink

mimosas right?

Me: Yes, I do.

He called some lady to prepare a mimosa

for me, mnk hayi this is some really top
salon. I sat down on the seat and told him
what I wanted, he was such a sweetheart
and very talkative. I only had one glass of
mimosa ngoba I’m still breastfeeding.
Sweety: So am I allowed to befriend you?

Me: I don’t mind, dear. I love making new

friends after all.

We kept a good conversation while he did

my hair. I asked for a 28 inch dark red silk
straight weave, and he approved. I even did
some lash extensions and laminated my
eyebrows.

Sweety: Can I take a quick video? I would

like to post it on out Insta page.

Me: Sure akho ngxaki.

He did the video and I was also feeling
myself, I’m definitely going to be a regular
here ngoba WOW! I told him told him to
send me a dm on Insta, just so I can take
time some other day in my busy life and
interview them on their new business and
the way him and his business partners
screamed excitedly, that made me happy.

[2 HOURS LATER.]
I was back at home and I was about to
freshen up, wear my outfit and get ready for
the press conference. My phone rang as I
stripped naked, getting ready for shower.

Me: Guluva wam?

Ezile: Ufuna sixabane, baby?

Me: Ngantoni ngoku?

Ezile: I asked you nicely to send me your

makeover pictures, but nix uthumela wena
mntuwam.

Me: Uxolo ke, I will send them to you now.

Ezile: Okay babe, I will be waiting…

I giggled then end the call before sending

him my pictures, well selfies and a short
video that was taken by Sweety and he
sent it to me. He viewed the pictures quickly
then video called, he kept hyping me and
that was such a good feeling njee.

50 minutes later, I was ready wearing my

pink elegant formal suite with a nude heel
and ohh my andazi if it’s the pink colour of
my outfit or the dark red hair that has me
glowing kanje. But I looked fabulous, Teddy
uzoba proud when he sees me.
·
·
So I won’t go into detail but the press
confrence happened outside the building of
Media Ink, questions were asked left, right
and centre and I answered them with so
much confidence. Once the press
conference was done, some journalists
came to congratulate me personally and I
finally got to go in the building to my
colleagues and Mpendulo’s parents.

Maka Mpendulo: Yondi, you did well my

darling.
Taka Mpendulo: Ewe, nyani…the way you
handled some of those personal question,
tells that you a GOAT in this industry.

Everyone in the building shared a laugh as

Mpendulo’s parents hugged me. Teddy
turned this place into some cute event
thing. There were snacks, appetizers,
cocktails and other things as well.

Me: Okay everyone, can we please gather

around?!

Them: Yes, boss!

Me: Please don’t call me that.

They chuckled as we all gathered, I smiled

looking at Mpendulo’s parents.
Me: Mama nawe Tata, uhmm…I would like
to thank you both for blessing us with your
presence.

Them: You welcome.

Me: I would like to thank my colleagues for

pulling this press out for me, and Teddy for
organizing this little event.

Teddy: In honours of our very own

Mpendulo Lugalo kaloku.

The others: YEAHH!

I smiled then closer my eyes feeling

emotional, before opening them again.
Me: I miss him, this place will never be the
same without him but he will forever live
amongst us ngoko moya.

Anam: All his teachings and scoldings will

not go to vein.

Me: True that. That’s why today we are

honoring him. To his parents thank you for
supporting his dreams, we wouldn’t be here
if it wasn’t for him. There wouldn’t be Media
Ink…

I swallowed the lump on my throat, thinking

about my first time her. His parents gave
me a nod smiling then hugged each other
looking ay me to continue talking, I
breathed out.
Me: He left his company to me because he
trusted me with it, but that doesn’t mean I
will change things here. To you my fellow
colleagues, if I hear one of you calling me
“Boss” ndizoni galela amanzi abandayo!

They laughed and I smiled, no because ndi

serious I want none of that.

Me: I’m still Yondi Mndini, I don’t to feel

intimidated by the change of my position in
the company or my title. I will make sure we
all stay on the top ranks, we all get
opportunities.

Teddy: Yaas bitch!

They cheered and I couldn’t help but smile.

Me: On top of that I would like us to honour
Mpendulo , every year.

Jack: Honour him how?

Me: Throw a little remembrance company

event, only if his parents allow us to…

We looked at his parents and his mother

teared up, his father smiled looking at me.

Maka Mpendulo: We would love that.

Everyone clapped and cheered around the

office, I looked at one of the cleaning
woman then nod. She left with the other
one to get huge potrait of Mpendulo, I had
designed.

Me: Before we continue with this event, I

have something very special to us and
Media Ink.

Teddy: Yintoni?

Me: Iyeza Teddy, please chill.

Teddy: Chomi yayazi chill ayikho kum, zinto

zakho ezo.

The others laughed and I looked at the two

cleaners bring the portrait covered with a
cloth next to me, I thanked them smiling. I
took of the cloth and everyone gasped
mesmerized and his parents looked at me
speechless.

Me: I had someone do this, he once hired

photographers just to take perfect office
pictures of him then he sent me this one…it
was his favourite.

Teddy came to stand next to me as I got

emotional, everyone was emotional. I took
the tissue the receptionist handed me then
gently wiped my tears.

Me: I decided to have it as this portrait, we

will mount this at the reception area so
everyone who comes here see the man
who gaves all here opportunity to conqueror
our dreams.
His mother came to me and hugged me, I
hugged her too as we cried in each others
arms. His father came to hug us both, I
heard sniffs around the office and my guess
is we not the only ones crying. Mpendulo
left a really huge scar, but we will never
forget him for the legend he was. We will
remember him forever and ever, I won’t
disappoint him at all…I will make sure that
Media Ink is known throughout the
Universe.

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TEDDY GXAKA.
I’m such a proud bestie. Yondi really
deserves all that is happening and I will
make sure to support her every step of the
way. Tonight she is in for a surprise,
Bragadier asked me few days ago to assist
him in planning a second proposal for
Yondz, where it will be just them 2 this time.
He wants to remind her that he wants to do
this lifetime thing with her, I cried when he
said that because that shows that he is
really all about my Yondi and that makes
me happy.

We were still at Media Ink, enjoying the little

event but Mpendulo’s parents had left. I
stood next to Yondi at the reception area
then looked at the big portrait of Mpendulo,
while the rest of our colleagues were
mingling and having fun.
Me: This portrait looks so alive.

Yondi: I know right. I miss him, I somehow

feel he is here with us.

Me: I’m sure he is.

Yondi: If it were possible, I would break into

prison and kill the men who shot him.

Me: Yazi I’ve been investigating his death

secretly and to me it seems, his “hijacking”
wasn’t about hijack but killing him.

Yondi: Ne? Fact that they shot him 17

times, hayi andazi…
We both stared at the big portrait, ingathi he
was going to talk to us and boss us around
just by looking at his portrait.

Me: Between Amanda and Libo

Msimango…

Yondi: You think one of them are behind his

hijack and death?

Me: Ewe. I did my little research, I mean it

can’t be a coincidence ngoba they were
jealous that Ayola and Mpendulo were
together.

Yondi: How can Amanda kill her kids

father? Uthi abantwana bazothini ngoba
she doesn’t want them.
Me: Andazi, you know…I saw Ayola this
one time at the mall. She was with her kids
together with Mpendulo’s kids, she is trying
to be there for his kids.

Yondi: Hmmm. By the way, can we talk

somewhere more private?

Me: Of course. How about the boardroom?

Yondi: Cool.

We walked to the boardroom and took our

seats on the chairs, she smiled holding my
hands.

Me: What?
Yondi: You’ve been there for me ever since
we met, you my ride or die.

Me: I know that, duh!

We giggled and went silent again.

Yondi: Since you know that Mpendulo left

Media Ink for me, that means I have to run
this company and Unity House. Plus there
is also my branch of Unity House in
Botswana, and soon there will also be
Media Ink Interns.

Me: You must be under a lot of pressure,

but ndayazi you will manage.

Yondi: No, I won’t…well at least if I minus

running 1 business.
Me: Which one?

Yondi: Since it is not yet up and running, I

was thing Media Ink Interns.

Me: Do you want Mpendulo to haunt you?!

Yondi: He won’t. I spoke to his lawyer and

parents last week and we made a decision.

Me: Which is what? Undenza anxious

marn, chomi.

She giggled rubbing her thumbs on the top

of my hands, my heart was beating like hell.
Yondi: Teddy would you do the honours of
running Media Ink Interns, once the
business is opened?

Me: Wait…what?

Yondi: I trust you, babes. Ndi sure

Mpendulo wouldn’t mind ngoba you have
the potential to lead, his parent’s and
lawyer doesn’t see a problem.

Me: You want me to be CEO of Media Ink

Interns?

Yondi: Yes. Only if you would love that

too…

I looked at her not knowing what to say

then burst out in tears, this is so
unbelievable. She chuckled then embraced
me but my emotions didn’t allow me to be
calm, she just asked me to run a business
and thag is HUGE. Seconds later…I was
calm and I gathered myself.

Me: Are you serious about this?

Yondi: Like a heart attack.

Me: And then you wonder why all best

things happen to you oko? Your heart of
gold is just extraordinary, you…

I put my hands over my face crying again,

this is such a huge step in my life. Yondi
knows how to make someone happy.
Yondi: Don’t cry too much otherwise
Akhona, uzondibetha ndinye for making you
cry.

We shared a little laugh then she wiped my

tears.

Me: You have no idea what I feel at this

moment.

Yondi: You could always take time to think

about it.

Me: Think about it? Bitch, you know I was

born ready for anything! So I’m taking this
offer.

Yondi: Really?!
I nod then she clapped happily pulling me
to a hug, she was so happy and trust me I
was over the moon too. This woman is a
definition of TRUE FRIEND.

Yondi: Thank you. Now we have to set a

meeting with Mpendulo’s lawyer and his
parents as witness, so you my dear Teddy
Bear could sign some papers of agreement.

Me: Thank you, this is such a huge thing.

Yondi: Anything for you, bestie.

I smiled before sharing another hug, you

know those happy hugs.
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YONDI MNDINI.
Later that day, I drove home and received a
call from my mother-in-law congratulating
me once again. She even asked that Junior
and the twins spend the night with her and I
didn’t mind.

While in the house, Teddy called and asked

me to open for him and I did.

Me: Haibo? What is that you carrying…

Teddy: This is your designer dress.

Me: I don’t remember having a designer
take my measurements…

Teddy: Yondi ndiyazazi measurements

zakho.

I giggled following him to the lounge, he laid

the dress bag neatly on the couch.

Me: Am I missing something?

Teddy: We going to this very top notch

event, I will help you prepare but I asked
Abulele to come and fetch you and drive
you there since I also have to drive back
home and prepare.

Me: My brother is in on this?

Teddy: Yes, he is.

Me: Andazi what is going on, but something

is not make sure here.

He laughed doing his little happy dance

before showing me the dress. It was a
Exquisite Acrican Dubai Evening Mermaid
dress with detachable train crystal beading.
The details on it was excellent and I just
couldn’t wait to wear it.
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Few hours later bhuti Abulele came to pick
me up, he was driving to the location of this
event.
Me: So bhuti, you still haven’t found the
one?

Abulele: Well I have, but thing is she is way

younger than me.

Me: How young is young?

Abulele: She hasn’t even turn 18 years old-

Me: Hayi wena!

Abulele: I know right…

Me: Love is just odd kodwa. Yazi nam, I

never thought that I would be head over
heels for a feared gangster.
Abulele: Telling by your smile, he makes
you happy.

Me: More than happy, tjuu uGuluva wam…

I blushed thinking about him, I wonder what

him and our fathers are up too. Ngoba my
father was with him when I called an hour
ago.

[NARRATED.]
Abulele parked his car at the location of the
resturant they were at, Yondi looked at him
confused as he took out a blindfold from the
glove compartment.

Yondi: And then?

Abulele: Mntase, please don’t ask too
much. Do your brother a favour and wear
this.

Me: As long as I won’t die.

Abulele: You won’t, trust me.

Yondi took the blind fold then covered her

eyes with it, Abulele got out of the car going
to her side then opened for her. He helped
her out and kept talking to her as they
walked to the rooftop of the restaurant,
where Bragadier was.

Meanwhile Bragadier gulped his whiskey

feeling nervous as he saw Abulele,
approach with his wife. She looked really
gorgeous and giving him butterflies.
Yondi: Bhuti kanti when will we stop
walking?

Abulele: Little one, be patient tuu and stand

here.

Yondi: Can I remove the blindfold?

Abulele: Pholas, remove it once you hear

the music play.

Yondi: I’m nervous, why am I nervous?

Abulele chuckled then walked away after

giving Bragadier a nod, seconds later soft
music played then Yondi slowly removed
the blindfold as Bragadier walked to her.
Yondi: Ezile what is happening?

Ezile: This baby, this is something I’ve been

planning to do.

Yondi looked around the rooftop with, it was

just them and some few waiters. Ezile
pulled her by her waist then frenched
kissed her.

Ezile: Congratulations on the success of

your press confrence, baby wam.

Yondi: Enkosi, Guluva. Is this a romantic

date?

Ezile: More than that, but yes…

He swirled her making her giggled then
they dance to the song playing, while
staring at each others eyes.

Yondi: Thank you, this means everything to

me.

Ezile: Don’t thank me for loving you, I love

you mna.

Yondi: I love you.

They took their seats and they were served,

Ezile sighed nervously looking at Yondi as
they dinned. He still couldn’t believe that
she is all his. A while later, they were now
sitting on the table having some drinks.
Ezile: Baby wam?

Yondi: Hmmm?

Ezile: There is a reason behind all this.

Yondi: What?

He gulped his whiskey then breathed out

nervous, standing up then going on his
knee in front of Yondi who looked at him
shocked as he took out the ring box with a
diamond wedding band.

Yondi: Don’t tell me you proposing again?

Ezile: I am Yondi, I’m proposing for the
second time. I wanted this proposal to be
personal and unique, just us two.

Yondi: Ezile…

She smiled making air with her hands as

she suddenly felt hot. Ezile held her left
hand kissed her palm.

Ezile: Take it as the first time I proposed, I

proposed for our traditional wedding which
we had. Now, I’m proposing for our white
wedding.

He smiled looking at her teary eyes.

Ezile: You make me happy, I want to do this

lifetime thing with you. I can’t think of any
special memories kwi love yethu because
all of our memories are special to me,
Sochuma…

He took the wedding band from the box and

slid it down her finger, which already had a
diamond ring.

Ezile: Marry me, baby…ndayazi answer

yakho will be “YES” that is why ndikunxibisa
lo mdandatho.

Yondi: Guluva, I will forever choose you

always, now and in the afterlife. So yes,
babe I will marry you.

Ezile smiled happily then they shared a

passionate kiss, the waiters that were there
with them at the rooftop clapped and
cheered for them. They pulled out laughing
then both of them admired her wedding
band, she giggled staring at him take
pictures of her hand.

Yondi: Ndiyaku thanda, Guluva wam and

thank you for choosing me always.

Ezile: Forever wena, mfazi wam.

She smiled thanking Sindi for calling her to

do an interview, who knows maybe she
wouldn’t have be here with this man if it
wasn’t for Sindi Khuboni.

~THE END~

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